the Warrior |
and he was already dying
when I reached him
the look in his eyes bound to the sky Limitless
no sweat lay across
his brow;
Silent
I could not hear tender mercies, my ears
were shielded
A final sigh
As corvae overhead watch eagerly for the flow the skies to the west
are dark with promise
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