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With The Dawn, A New Marathon
Through multiple glades,
And numerous dawns,
Through flames and blades,
The hunt continues on.
Past teeth and talons,
Through ancient stockades,
Like a beacon shone,
Their hope doesn't fade.
For the merest hints,
With brains and brawn.
Not a rapid sprint,
But a great marathon.
Past grey barricades,
Monsters of tin,
Making their raids,
Round occupied inns,
An unending haze,
The warriors within.
Chasing for days,
The wayward Finn.
Through rains, mud slick,
Thunder, winds buffeting.
On rooftops, loosed brick,
From mammoths of sin,
A journey lunatic,
Full of struggling,
A stop far from quick,
So get buckled in.