Fires of our Freedom – The Ballad of Old Glory by Jonas Hyde Keep in thought this moment of breath, And remember this eve, Countrymen, my brothers I implore, For morrow’s dawn shall offer freedom or death, As on this eve’s twilight, all shall hear Glory’s roar. Together we stand from shore to shore,...
Renaissance by Jonas Hyde
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Evening Star
Evening Star by Jonas Hyde By quill and ink I pen these words, understanding not what forged such fires. I gaze upon the darkened sky, and regard a Star in shadowed veil. Her sparkle and verve enrapture my breath, pulling my nous from the gravity of mire. Her light glistens strong, closing the distance...
