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[Never under estimate the opponent]

through twisted woods
villages afire
you bled when they shot you
just like all the others
along the banks

the hoards were many
your numbers too small
and your people hit ground
like the leaves in the fall
lined along
the banks

sounds of the night
are
creeping up behind you
the shadows they stalk you
as if they were lions
along the banks
Written by Ash_Von_D (Ashley Von Dean)
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