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Shadows surround

In endless dance

Fearful of dying

Given one last chance

Nothing remains

Death's door awaits

A warrior's code

I guard the gates

Onward they rush

I fall to none

An outcast walking

Always being shunned

Yet stoic and proud

I draw my blade

As the moon shines down

On the silver glade

With speed unatural

They charge on up

Red eye flashes

Blood fills their cup

Standing tall

They drink their fill

Thinking me weak

They go for the kill

Yet weak I'm not

With her in my heart

Knowing forever

We'll never part

I steel myself

And let them come

Slicing them through

One by one

The last one falls

A trumpet sounds

Standing so proud

On these hallowed grounds

It was for her

I stood my ground

The strength to fight

In her I found