Shackled by fate, his sword grows heavier in his hands
Cries of his kinsmen fill the night air as death shows his hand
A tear of regret drops on its soft petals as he is taunted by shadows of despair and whispers of silence
She was always before him even as chaos overtook their world
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good poem with good message in it i love your chosen words, that are so alive your imagery so great this is really good work