He is racing to beat the burning hallways

He is racing to beat the burning hallways,

through doors that scorch and restrain him,

across stairs that singe him,

he breaks out of the raging building.

In his arms he carries the flag

like a white, unconscious woman.

And he finds a horse, and it is like a scream:

above everything and past everything,

even past those whom he knows.

And then the flag comes to as well

and never was it this royal;

and now they all see it, far ahead in front,

and recognize the man without a helmet

and recognize the flag.

But then it begins to glow,

unfolds and turns large and red.

Their flag now burns in amidst the enemy,

and they chase after it.