👑 Crown Of The Unbroken 👑 Poem by James McLain

Beneath the weight of bleak grey skies,
I rise, though storms would blind my eyes.
No tide nor tempest bends my soul
Of those who stand, though hearts be cold.

Through thorn filled paths and bitter winds,
I pray my soul reborn, where hope is all.
The chains that sought to steal my flame
Are melted by a forge unnamed.

Invictis! —cry it through the dark,
A beaconed flare, where darkness dwells.
May stars bear witness, live or dead,
I've run the race, I'm measured still.