A/N: I tried writing some free verse but I wasn't very successful but I ended up with this...
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Steadfast

Wars of kings and words of saints
Noble councils and commen complaints
The joy of progress and thrill of new life
And the lives lost due to hateful strife

Hundreds of years of ink soaked pages
Showing us the truth of the past ages
But still,
The rage and anger of the people of the past
Is the only thing we still hold steadfast

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PS: I have an announcement :

I will be ending Reflection after its 20th chapter. I could continue it but I believe that it would become tedious for me to read the whole book and possibly so for any new readers. I have already written my last poem and just have a few filler ones left.

Thank you for always sticking by me and my shitty poems.

Love,
More-like-reyna