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Click hereClash of steel turned to drag of priests' litters
Cries of war turned to moans of dying and injured
One won't stay down or dead but rises slow
One with sword arm broken at elbow and below
He drops his shield battered and rent as it is in dust
He takes up his blade in his off hand as now he must
One eye shut against the blood that runs into it thick
On his feet again he staggers towards his foes back
He has already lost his war but he will not stop the fight
He swore to give his all even unto the end of his life
So he struggles after a foe he will never catch yet must pursue
So he may continue the fight even if he knows he must lose