Stand against the dying of the light
Dare not let freedom wain
As the blood of the honorable spills
And the evil gathers
It’s the fearless soul that shouts. “Never!”
To the beasts that attempt to devour
The righteous man
Who withstand the winds of indignation
The Narcissistic Horde
And stand steadfast in the face of darkness
Who stands alone
The indomitable will to persevere
Any adversity shown
And endure the pain of betrayal
And though struck down by the powers of this world
Overcome their fears of the unknown
Of the their own demons
And when the enemy thinks they have triumphed
In that moment
They Rise…


An Original Poem by H.R Beebe