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©Seth
Melendez |
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Written
to Prince Macerian Pallida-Mors Gunthar by Sir Cryus
Tinius prior to the first major victory of The Lost
Prince. 1369, Year of the Prince. |
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Fear is your bedmate
Honor is your code
Loyalty above all is how you relate.
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On a trusty steed you ride into battle
Victory is on your mind
You unsheathe your weapon, tighten your reins,
seek the enemy, and all his kind.
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You battle with all your might
Victory doesn’t come to the weak
Therefore, you push the fight. |
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Valiant commanders lay with fallen soldier
Death has no preference
You continue the fight as your soul grows colder. |
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No time for sorrow as you see fallen friends
You fight your enemy, your fear, and the limits of
your body
Only God knows when Death’s tyranny ends. |
After all is done you, stand over your brethren
The setting sun gives you peace of mind
For you remained alive in the lions’ den. |
You do not pity the dead for they lay at rest
Prayers are said,, and then the next journey begins
God willing a few hours sleep at best. |
Chasing battles is your destiny
Battlefields are your temple
You are a warrior, which’s the way it must be. |
