A night of a bloody battle, A valiant warrior who sported a white robe, Slashed and cut down many of his foes, The sight to be seen was like, Rose petals swirling around and around in the wind, As he lay his enemies in ruin littering the battlefield around him, His white robe came red as he slaughtered more and more, The blood drenched warrior soon came to an end, As the many slashes upon his body slowly drained his blood from his body, His partners in this battle came to him and gave him a finishing blow to the heart, Lunging there swords into his chest, And there he lay, Among the rotting corpses upon the field of lost souls.
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Revision of an earlier post.
they may be bad, but, i make them cause I'm bored.
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