Fly, Turn on wing
Run as far as you can.
Let none stop you in your flight
lest the suns first rays
break upon your back.
Else the hunters watchful eyes
See the sun on your heel.
Or your silhouette glimpsed upon the wall.
Flee, warn those you meet
There is no shame in this.
The Glory of the battle,
will crest more quickly than you know.
All will be swept into its fold
That is when you must be strong
Turning as one and facing the fear most base.
Knowing that this will pass,
through and over you.
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