a rising and daring,
a burning without exhaustion,
a heat with dangerous form,
not like the fire without an end,
but the coals, under the ashes and warm.
A mark from before,
a promise unkept,
a hero unkempt.
A man seen only in white and red and blue –
the same still, but now in red and blue and white,
all shades different, but not askew.