Like a terra cotta soldier buried beneath the ground
I breathe in solitude. Though surrounded by millions
None can bandage the wound behind my lonely shield.
Shattered shards now remain inside to remind me
With skipped beats of the mentioning of her name.
Crackling at the joints I fear the thought of ever turning back
To gain even the mere glimpse of my former queen. I am afraid
Of the opposed knowledge we gained in Eden. Paradise
But now fallen and buried beneath the ground
I am a terra cotta soldier: forever left guarded to all who approach.

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