Sometimes, it’s easier not to run.
Surrounded by adversity,
the warrior dismayed;
relinquishes his will for flight,
and anger is displayed.
No more will he surrender ground,
for the sake of heaven’s gaze;
unable to accept that fate,
has given him these days.
Once he might have turned away,
and vacated this poor ground;
but ire and anger doth collide,
and battle cries do sound.
Here I stand, defiant!
The combatants heady cry,
with blood and tears upon his face;
he gave his all and died.
The mourners all have gathered,
to euologize his life;
all then did notice there,
the absence of his wife.
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