A lad, noble and brave
Lies here within his grave
Leaving from his grand abode
Into battle he gallantly rode
On his prized steed
A fierce warrior indeed
Many fell at his side
During the enemies swarming tide
His blade, the bringer of death
So few, the enemies left
Blood soaked ground
Bodies scattered all around
His blade raised high
As he knew victory was nigh
A sudden thunderous fall
Single arrow, that was all
Piercing his rapidly beating heart
From this life, soon to depart
For his country, his life he gave
The man within, this lonely grave
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