The Undergroundsmen

A penny flipped, a petal falls,

A passerby, thought broken

The lucky lad belingering long

Beholds the Undergroundsmen.

 

Where browning grass meets rustling leaves

And stones bename the fallen,

A silent moonlight steadfast beams

To guide the Undergroundsmen.

 

A tale of two, a tale of four 

A tale of thieves and legends,

A sign of peace, a sight of war

Come forth the Undergroundsmen.

 

Who knoweth best the heavy stare

And sturdy dust since broken

Retrieve the wrath and misty air

That breathes the Undergroundsmen.

 

Then blade in hand fore blade in heart,

The swarming souls surround him;

And gently raised, the boy departs

To join the Undergroundsmen.

 

 

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