At last a lone soldier stood,
Faced by the many,
The last free man,
With great sword in hand,
Shield lost and armor bloodied,
Yelled his fearful war like cry,
Over his fellow comrades fallen,
Two and twenty died before him,
slayed by his almighty sword.
The warrior slayed by no man,
Fallen, the hero crushed.
To lie among his brethren dead,
Forgotten by all and yet none
Among his people a hero,
Among the enemy a deserter.
Finally, the battle over,
The roar of victory over the screams of death,
The world now changed for now and forever,
The hope of freedom gone...
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