The Revolt Poet – One Last Dance

One. Last. Chance.
One last push, one last call to arms.
One last proclamation, one last shaman’s charm,
One last demand,
For one last fight.
For one lasting change.
For one, for all, with all our might,
With one passion, so intense, it seems deranged,
To, for one last time, set alight
This world of famine, war, and endless night.
For one last dance upon the embers,
With one love, arm in arm, left foot, then right.
One last kiss. Valhalla. Our 5th November.

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