The
iron angel, beautiful in stillness
passively
resplendent
aged
and ageless
her
benevolence shines yet her nature
betrays it.
To
hear her roar may have meant the end of you
to
feel her spit made it certain.
A
protector to a generation, a symbol of defiance.
Now
she sits, waiting to return to the heavens,
the freedom she gave taken
from her.
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