Never again bless me to be won.
Watch me rise, but stay around
Take all away, leave none!
Take away my triumph and all my glory,
Reign down on me, shade me.
Lay me down in my despondent story,
With terror of sevrance then, evade me.
Defeat! Demean voices that hustle
A warrior’s wits into victory’s dominion
Leaves that once soared may then rustle,
But the dust shall be my constant companion
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