His sword swallowed so many souls
Hole their necks, in ground they crawls
If pity creeps to his heart he growls
Closed his kind eyes with dark strong walls
Pointed arrow tasted his throat so dry
He fell throwing wild hands towards the sky
Kissed the blooded land and closed his eyes
He gulped in pain and dead with a sigh
He was not praised for what he did
"He was born to die" instead they said
His body to the sand they fed
Ground hugged him close and wept...
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