dead alive poetry
26.2.06
When the Sun is set
'nd the Moon is high
The Gods have met
the Mead cup is dry
The Warrior's cry
Echoed thru the hall
-"thou shalt die!"
Standing proud'n'tall
The sword is quick
and right to hit..
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