He was the bravest of them all
mighty of both sword and words
he delved into his own heart
and withstood the chaos once engendered there

anchored, somehow
(did angel's wings surround him?)
to the very center-point of being

so that no matter what weapon
the gods of men would launch
against this rooted form
he stood his ground

never giving way to the fear
that clenched
the muscles of his heart
in a grip of sheer terror

and thus
never giving way
to the waves of love
that crashed upon the shores
of his lonely island of one

yet still he stood
to the jagged shores remaining

stoic in his stiffened stance
like an unmoved
and unmovable
statue of stone

seeking his moment in eternity

? Michaelette ?

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