Martyr

Outstanding ovation awaits Our days bygone Brilliant landscapes traversed My boots are worn Decrepit lands encompassed Foes vanquished Jubiliant beads of sweat Cold joy; triumphant Trumpets' accolades showered To gracious coffins Tears in woe, tears in joy Wreath reverent Guns facing heavens, shiver Shots and drumrolls; Yonder sun set, scarlet Nightfall.

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