Last Stand

The fire comes, yet I still stand,

Between foe and my wards.

Another wave swoops down in fire,

To this world they come towards.

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I face death, and it has no face,

But neither do I.

I float in place, I stand my ground,

Between the earth and sky.

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There is no doubt, I'll stay my course,

The invaders see this too.

Their attack begins to falter,

I remain to see this through.

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The foe did not foresee this,

Could not expect defeat.

The attack craft, they start to withdraw,

This world shall not feel their feet.

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And not too soon, for I too must go,

My body's broken, battered.

Humanity, it still survives,

I tell myself that matters.

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Some may call my last stand fate,

But at least they can live free.

But as my body comes to rest,

I call it destiny.