The Clash of Swords

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The clash of swords and crimson grounds haunt my very dreams.
A promise given, a promise broken, words die on silver it seems.

The battle cries of men and boys, a plea from worlds away.
A single life is half for marriage, but in battle he will stay.

Tearful words below the moon. One kiss to lock the spell.
Longing looks...exchange of love, but on death her thought will dwell.

Grassy hills glisten red, the blood that holds a sad tale.
The bravery of man, the foolishness of man, blood spilled from warriors failed.

The clash of swords and crimson grounds haunt my very dreams.
A promise given, a promise broken. Words die on silver it seems.

The battle cries of men and boys, a plea from worlds away.
A single life is held in marriage, but in battle he must stay.

A field of bodies, but one remains, tears glisten in his eyes. A warrior lost, a promise broke. His home is now the skies.

She waits in fields of flowers, a gown to rival all,
But tears stream down her rosy cheeks when she sees her dear knight fall.

The clash of swords and crimson grounds haunt my very dreams.
A promise given, a promise kept. Words die on silver it seems.

The battle cries of men and boys, a plea from worlds away. A single life is held by marriage, but in battle he will stay.

Cloth stained red, her prince brought near, his face an ashen white.
In her gown she holds him close, wishes for new sight.

A gown stained red, cold lips kiss. He holds tight a ring of gold.
A wedding gone, a promise lost for his body returned but no soul.

The clash of swords and crimson grounds haunt my very dreams.
A promise given, a promise broken. Words die on silver it seems.

The battle cries of men and boys, a plea from worlds away.
A single life was held by marriage, but in battle he always stays.





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