Standing up there on the top of the barricade looking courageous, feeling brave.
Valiant.
Standing up there fighting for what's right,
trying to make a change.
Noble.
Standing there with a gun, radiant,
shining with sweat, glowing like the sun.
Beautiful.
Standing up there with his friends comrades brothers.
Surrounded.
A new feeling comes along.
Fear.
He's never felt this before.
His heart races, he can't breathe too well.
He's scared.
And now he's all that's left.
Or not.
Standing there with the last of them.
Standing there with the moon.
Standing there with Patroclus.
Standing there with Pylades.
Standing there with Dionysus.
Standing there with flame.
Ready.
Do you permit it?
Free.