My Little Hamlet

My little hamlet,
Strong as my ancestors who built it,
They burnt, yet the ashes and charcoal
Stood unyielding, a testament to their unshakeable legacy.
What can they do? For my little hamlet is not yet done,
Its spirit remains unbroken, a phoenix waiting to rise from
the embers.

My little hamlet,
Where my father told me tales of the valiant.
Beneath the star-studded canvas of the night sky.
It bore the heat and burnt with daring ferocity,
His blazing furnace, made the cowards flee in disarray,
For the furnace was the unyielding spirit of my
forefathers.

My little hamlet,
Where freedom's wild and untamed beauty reigns,
They thought it burnt, they rejoiced, but the price paid was a heavy toll,
From the ashes, my hamlet shall rise, reborn, renewed, and unbroken.
For the legends and the myths shall always prevail.

My little hamlet,
Grim and daring, beacons with unyielding defiance:
"Come what may, shall meet an iron fist,
Unshakeable and strong,"
For it is the resting place of legends and brave hearts,
Where courage and honor belong.