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Author's Note: Okay, maybe I have been reading too much instead of updating… this is for Brian Jaques' Redwall series. Please don't read this if you haven't finished Martin the Warrior, it'll be a total disaster for the plot. Not the whole plot. But an important point.

Okay, if you're reading now, you've either read Martin the Warrior, or you don't plan to. Now I may spill out my internal suffering. In Martin the Warrior, when Laterose dies… it's so sad! She doesn't deserve to die! She doesn't deserve to die! How could anyone kill Laterose? She's so innocent, and kind, and can you even BEGIN to imagine what Martin goes through for the rest of his life? Every time I come to that point in the book, I cry. sob It's just so… heartbreaking. Okay. I'm done spilling out my internal suffering. Now, please read the poem, and review. Pretty please? It's written from Martin's point of view.

Lament for Laterose

A warrior's life is bound to his sword,

But I'd give it up for your sake,

I'd protect you from a vermin horde

Even if my life it would take,

Our paths were one and the same,

'Til you went where no living one goes,

With a face as pretty as your name:

The flow'ring Laterose

We traveled together from seaside to dale

With untainted laughter and song,

The last of the happiness came at Noonvale,

And it would not remain for long,

To me, Noonvale was happiness' name,

Just to hear it from you and from Brome,

Until then, in fleeing bits happiness came,

Now there was a place I could call home.

Between us, we needed so little speech,

For love is much deeper than words,

Now you are where I cannot reach,

But now you can sing with the birds.

Yet your song never reaches my straining ears,

My searching face overlooks you,

But keep singing, for my heart still hears.

My madness I ever shall rue.

The spring will still bloom, though it I'll not see,

The summer does loom, it's not happy to me,

The autumn arrives, leaves are no longer new,

The winter, it sighs, remembering you.

The river still flows, and strong it has been,

But never as strong as my love,

Never fear, for one day we will meet again

In happy Noonvales up above.