Could be someone you know

Maybe someone no one knows

Battered we fight on

against a sea of blows

Fierce winds, spiteful

pinch your nose

Your childhood fears to haunt you

Vague, foggy memories that taunt you

from your slumber

Yet still they will not daunt you

From a purpose, if one can find

that bane of humankind

Conscience

In urban tunnels now we burrow

escaped the green and rolling furrow

to this poor redoubt

This grand cathedral of sorrow

We seek the warmth

of fiery courage that glowed

in our heroes

Keep these in distilled spirits

to share when winter gives her lash

In our holes

We pretend that we are warm