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Stalwart - Barnsey's Attempts at Poetry
I stand like a pillar of stone against the waves of discord that smash against me.
As my features erode I am unmoved.
Though I stand resolute I cannot stop the erosion.
Eventually there will be little left of me standing on this storm wracked shore.
None will know me for I will be but a figure in the fog, unknowing and unfeeling as the storm passes and the sun warms and threatens to crack my stony surface.
My friends will be there to support me in the shifting sand.
My enemy will arrive in the night seeking to undermine that support, but if I fall they alone shall be crushed beneath my ponderous weight.
Let me stand, I will not break.
Leave me be, I will not bend.
Stand in my shadow and I will protect you from the sun, but keep your distance,
for the road before me is short and I am two steps from the end.