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Alas my brothers, heralded now unto time
Remembered always as greater men
Who fought against the once divine
And saved our wayward race from sin;
Sacrifices made with truest valour
Echo back the tales of your deeds
Though your faces chilled with death's grim pallor
It was you who planted the seeds.
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I do not pity you your end
As met in glorious battles past
Nor grieve for many a lost friend
Who from their valiant lives were cast;
But yea I speak these tales true
Of honour found and bound in blood
By those who in their lives I knew
Before they faced and slew the flood.
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For else I find to pity thee
For battles fought in days before
To have taken lives by prophets decree
And face the shame forevermore;
But who were you to know as much
That fate would turn from enemies, friends
The truth of beliefs to which we clutch
Guiding us to make amends.
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Now, an unknown word comes; peace,
Upon the cracked and wounded ground
As conflicts old and weary cease
On worlds where greater truths are found.
Have Faith my brothers that walk the path
On journey great and evermore
No longer need ye fear gods' wrath
For all that we betrayed in war.
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A/N: Well, here I go starting yet another piece of poetry on a whim. I'll admit to having written this rather quickly; but that's just the way things work with me when I get inspired.
Feel free to critique; I've changed a few points of my style thanks to an in-depth PM that I recieved, and would like to know how well it worked out.
Also: apologies for the hard-to-pin-down rhythm in this poem. I didn't feel like counting my syllables today...
