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The Golden Phenom
written by : nyonipa
Who saw the rage on the battlefield?Who saw the gallant warrior who refused to yield
To the vicious French assault that beloved Napoleon
Himself could not orchestrate? Who watched the Golden Phenom
Dashing unbound, seeking to defy the inevitable fall,
Who saw the golden beast that put his soul in his sole,
A raging demon; brutal beast untamed by fear
Out daring pain, vanquishing the tear to see clear;
To envision the vultures setting upon his passion,
Upon his love, upon his heart, beastly creatures no scribe can imagine?
I was there to marvel upon the Golden Phenom. His stride was surreal,
His valour frenzying, his posture epic, his gaze unhindered by imminent peril.
His fear paced his heartbeat, his heartbeat poured his sweat,
His sweat was his steam: his steam his valour, thus he did not fret
But gazed Napoleon's legions with the eye of Wellington at Waterloo.
Two hundred and five years, four days to the date the French fell anew.
But the tragedy: history’s dictates are true to never lie;
When boys become men they fall and die.
So the Phenom fell and kissed the ground,
Yet even in death his form was proud,
Thus though we mourn and lament your death,
We give thanks to the wisdom of Mother Earth
Who saw it fit to kill you as per prayer of PAN:
“May the death of the weaker be an honourable one”.
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