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| 653. The Sword The bloodied sword struck so fast No defense possible against the blade A blur of movement was so final A retaliatory strike never to be made Both shirt and skin split asunder Life’s blood cast forth into the air The wound ripped open the chest once loving A resting place for comfort no longer there The eyes blinked in immediate understanding No wisdom needed to know death was close by As the light faded for the last time The mind struggled to comprehend the reason why The fallen soldier collapsed as did his life His dreams spilt forth upon the ground The voice of a warrior silenced in combat A hero’s body forgotten upon the dripping ground |
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