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| The Sun sets on the beautiful lands But these lands once were filled with blood and yells of war Lots remember the violent battle that once happened However A warrior once with a burning flame Filled with strength Glory Is now simply a ember in the painful dark People would speak of the battle with amazement He speaks of it As hell Screams that were once Laughs with family Talks with friends Now silent to rest away in the ground peacefully He sits there Rusted sword in his scarred hand as he sits Remembering the bloodshed that once took place With his other hand Puts it on his chest and lays on the grass With one last breath says to the heavenly sky “I’m coming home” Suddenly the ember is put out To rest away in the blowing wind |