With the warriors
Assembled
He marched
On search
For any sign
Of his tru love
She opens her mouth
Trying to call for him
But nothing comes out
She tries to crawl
But
The pain
Tears rushing
From her eyes
To her mouth
She wants to be held
Just one last time
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