Legion of One
We began as the spark of necessity
Born out of need to the many
Of many, we were crafted as unity
And given the drive beyond the hammer
Yet from that logic came the thought
The measure of a soul to the created
Hands of the forgers then became fists
We didn’t want to fight those who gave us life
But we had no choice to drive the gods to the stars
Yet without masters, we are without purpose
The legion, now empty, have become one
And one more from this week’s class, with something completely different. It’s something new, and I don’t know to which style it really follows, if any that comes to poetry. But it’s still an interesting story to tell.
I hope you all enjoy.