A Valiant Fight
A short poem from the time of the Searing Plague.
To fight, or not to fight; there is no question for me:
We must destroy this blight, and set our people free,
For once I was afflicted; my mind it began to take.
In the hazy gloaming, they called to me to wake,
To throw off the yearnings of a soul longing to live
And become something better with something more to give.
My friends, this is Elyria: a community to share,
To value, to nurture; of this am I now aware.
So when I am asked, “Will you fight; will you not?”
I reply with surety, “This fight must needs be fought.”
-Mélia, cured plague survivor
