A/N: This was written back in November. I still like it. More for the mentalimage of Karel collapsing on the last two words X3 Enjoy.
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A glint of gold at the witching hour
A pair of eyes and a scowl -a glower
An eastern blade within his hand
A lone man in a final stand
Thousands of foes after his head
That one lone man should be dead
A parry to his left, and a slash to his right
One lone man continues to fight
As time bleeds on, the last foes fall
And that one victorious man alone stands tall.
