Her call was taken up and answered by the warriors death
It tie the hand to a chair with rope
With Endlessly wound
Shouted but death is near.
When one of best loved
And always known must leave.
Hoping someone would be near enough to hear.
I will not be happy if I didn't drag my self to grave
Can you kill something which is already dead?"
Death will make it way
Poetess for ever lost.
Ah, me! gone to rest
The grave of peace
And grave shall be glad
The bitter cost
The poetess ghost
Let me walk
Walk in peace
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