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RUSHING FATE

Is this the end of all hope? I feel the ruin of man draw near, I must raise my sword, my family lifts it with me, my wife is there beside me, my children watch in silence. I must live through this day, for their sakes and mine, Fell deeds await. My humanity slips away, the soldiers fall around me, I hear naught but silence, an empty stillness surrounds. Even as my sword swings I hear nothing, even as I slay I hear nothing. Then I feel it come, the rushing wings of black fate, the end that awaits us all, The loss of one more man. The river of death sweeping through the battlefields marks me as a target, diverting it's course, the banks are to steep, I cannot climb out. The riverbed swells, the water surrounds. My thoughts turn to all I left behind, over the hills and far away a home awaits for me, and will wait forevermore.

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