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Day 20 - Michigan Star-gazing Map

Footsteps echo through the empty halls

A silent warrior recovering from his past brawls

A survivor still not ruined by the trace

The symbol of his old disgrace

A secret still to be unlocked

The memory of which is all but blocked

Silence falls as he nears the door

The welcome mat dampening the roar

A click as the door swings open at last

Waiting for the bait to be cast

A trap he sees will end his guilt

By destroying this legacy he built

A figure hovers ever near

Grinning with unnerving cheer

The skeletal figure moving closer

Last seen working at the grocer

The place where this story all began

When he first saw that damn sedan

The gunshots rang out in his ears

While he bought his bottled beers

A drive by shooting, no-one lived

Except he and this man who was revived

He knew that day something was wrong

Little did he know it was a swan song

His hand tightens around his pistol

Clutching tight his mother's crystal

Its now or never, revenge is here

One last cry, a muskateer

Gunshots rang once again

Bringing with them yet more pain

Warmth makes our hero look down

Holes, he sees, have suddenly grown

Within his chest and as it fades to black

He sees he stopped another attack

The skeletal figure has fallen in battle

Fallen to the ground with barely a rattle

An evil man by all accounts

But then again, who really counts?

The blackness fell and legends began

Of the brave and selfless man

The one who died to keep us safe

The man who cast the first strafe

He rests now there, in that place

Ready for his call from grace

To protect his people once again