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| The arrow flies over the burning plain, Ending the last foe's pain. He stands there watching the last one fall, Always hearing the death crow's call. He is the last one standing, Not hearing one man commanding. He destroyed them all, Crushing there commanding maul. His weapon is dripping red, Right were the troops were led. He was fighting for his life, Trying to doge every knife. He came from a dangerous place, Where even a woman would carry a mace. He locked the fight away, In his mind like in deep clay. He never wants to remember that, The fight, the blood, it stained around where he sat. He will travel on, always fighting, Battling on, killing as fast as lightning. His life continues like this every day, But in his memory it will always stay. The end |
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