He was a great warrior,
Of great might and led
The Army of a monarch,
Who added much land due
To his war chief's conquers.
Distant was his fame,
Which made other warriors
And monarchs jealous,
Which made brought them
Together to fight Coreolanus.
His belover mother came
to know of this united army.
Which closed like the ocean,
And tearfully told her son
From fighting the kings.
Head held high, he consoled
His mother and put on the armour,
To fight the enemies with valour,
And to keep his king's honour,
Sped away to the battlefield.
Both armies met and fought,
a long lasting battle, but the might
Of the enemy was toomuch
For Coreolanus who fell
And died in the battlefied.
His mother kept her son's head
In her lap, gone was her son
But the honor of his deeds,
Made ker wipe the tears.
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