Champion II
The shadows cloaked
your buttermilk armour
and you never uttered
a single complaint
Now you are both
sun-god
and the bedrock
to a world you keep
aloft and turning
Do not force
a brilliance
on days when there
is none to spare
Do not feel
you must carry
more than the just
weight upon your
diminutive
sweet-fierce shoulders
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