Death's Requiem

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Death's Requiem

The warrior stumbles,
Blood splattered on his armor,
And dripping from his sword.

He looks out at the battlefield,
 At the lifeless bodies scattered all around.

All for peace,
But how can we live in peace,
After such atrocities have taken place.

He walks through this land of death,
His tears mixing with the spilt crimson of his enemies,
Reminded of how precious life is.

As the Reaper takes the fallen home,
To a place far from Death's Requiem.











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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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