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A warrior calls for his lost companion
The warrior had fallen in the greatest battalion
He sways in ways where one can tell,
It is either the gates of heaven or hell.
He composed his deathly words,
From thoughts reflected off of the piercing swords.
As he complied his remaining breath,
He wished for his wisdom to bequeath
Unto his kind in many a time
And his last gaze was most sublime
As he whispered the name
Of the one true love, his lovely dame.

MDT