Fear
It pulsed through his body with every fiber.
He ran and ran from the fear, ran from the cause.
It followed him.
It was always there with its grim reminder of blood spilt and death to come.
He was powerless, wandering no longer quenched his soul.
He was called upon to face his fear, to lead them all.
Yet he was weak. He was about to fall.
Friends of old, and friends anew
Met with him and faced his foe too
Together they stood
One did fall
Yet the strength of the one heart of freedom
Beats within them all.
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Ok so I've had a night from s crappy soap opera and I've been worried and scared up and down and all around. This was just creative expression so I don't start crying. Hope you all liked it.