A Night of Regret
Trough woods painted in the bay
And seas colored stormy gray
Through wind-swept plains
And hills whose land is claimed
I stand atop a ruined grave
Of a man who fell by my blade
Oh dear stranger whom I met in war
Forgive my actions worthy of not even a life made poor
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