Raising my sword.
Without a word.
From those who demand.
I swing my blade forth,
and strike my foes low.
The red blood that spills.
It gives me now chills..
The tears that i have shed.
Long have they fled.
Yet the echoes of screams.
Will remain in my dreams.
At the end of the fight.
I sheath my blade tight.
No longer in sight..
walking towards the horizon light.
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