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The Sword Speaks

I'll come to find my death in time of war Fiercely fight and die with a shattered sword A King that conquers comes that I abhor I'll stand alone as my death comes towards They'll be no quarter given in this fight He'll come this night sworn a gathering storm And leave me headless with a sense of right With dripping blood as nightmares start to form This King my brother slowed his pace 'till dawn Finds he was too late to execute my doom His anger tortured for my life has gone With my final breath, my body did consume His edge now bloodless pulled to curse my name Falls on his sword an oath he swore to blame 1/10/17

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Date: 8/7/2019 12:34:00 PM
Frederic, CONGRATULATIONS on your well-deserved win! Very dramatic! Janice
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