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Phoenix
A warrior falls, broken sword in hand,
tear in his heart, bloodied mail and a weiry smile on face.
Each heartbeat a life time passes, as the blood runs cold his soul is freed.
Time moves on, the passing of stars and the whispers of light fades.
With his last breath gone his horse he needs no longer.
Rider of the storm,
In a field far from home he had made his bed,
the man falls and the poppy rises
his smile still lingers in the world
as the sun rises... Born anew.
