The soldiers stood upon the hill,
Their blades were close at hand,
Preparing mind and body,
To face their final stand,
Their tasia stood forth,
And gazed from friend to friend
On rousing speech of victory,
His soldiers lives depend,
"Brothers, we have fought
and many comrades we have lost,
They gave their lives for honours gain,
And gladly paid the cost,
They fought with courage and with skill,
But in our arms they died,
But still they stand beside us,
Let their honour be your guide".
Upon the hill the soldiers fought,
To keep the faith with those who died,
Whilst the spirits of their brothers,
Were fighting at their side.














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You don't know me.
So don't act like you do.
Don't ask me either,
'Cause I too don't have a clue.
... Evelyn ...
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*RawEm0tion Emotion: The language of the heart.
The Blade and the Quill: Life and death in balance.
Only a fool draws his blade rashly, unaware that the entire world rests upon it's edge.
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*RawEm0tion Emotion: The language of the heart.
The Blade and the Quill: Life and death in balance.
Only a fool draws his blade rashly, unaware that the entire world rests upon it's edge.
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*RawEm0tion Emotion: The language of the heart.
The Blade and the Quill: Life and death in balance.
Only a fool draws his blade rashly, unaware that the entire world rests upon it's edge.
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