The End of the Age of Heroism
Whiteness on leaves
blood in threes
warriors and companions lie in the dirt
i heard a story
about men and glory
but no words could ever bring them back
i hear their song
for their deeds i long
but armor rusts over the years
no mantles to praise
no spirits to raise
the age of heroism has ended
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