Surrender Naught

[Rantrali]

Surrender Naught
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In the gloom of twilight’s hour,
the wind cold and dank,
I awake from a stupor,
long awaiting consciousness.

Yet as I grow aware,
plumes of malevolent smoke towering,
I see my people running,
screaming,
dying in their very tracks of desperation.

And this castle of stone,
once a spectacular monument,
binds me,
traps me,
keeps me from my people.

Here I stay,
ensnared in my own home,
when my people flee,
and my homeland falls.

Those doors mock me,
laugh at my witless soul,
but I dress in my armor of ages,
my armor of victory.

Chain and plate collide in this fury,
as I ready myself for battle,
I overcome my boundaries,
and meet my foe,
face to face,
sword to axe.

And I come to,
where my people are safe,
my home is safe,
and everything shall be restored.

Because I was of vigor,
because I could not stand when my people fell,
because I believed,
because I did not surrender.

[Bullroarer]

A true warrior's poem. It is not the machines, nor the weapons, but the warriors who fight that bring the victory. I have a feeling the warrior is a human, since you stated he was protecting a castle.