Call of Home

He seemed a silent soldier,
Like so many, but unlike the rest.
He protected piercing power,
In eyes that told stories, in words never said.
He tried to fight fate.
He craved to look away,
From the voices that called.
Called in the cold winter wind,
The call of his kin
To places he’d sworn never to go.
But he couldn’t ignore the call of home.

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