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SINGING IN THE FACE OF DEATH
Written by fileg
His hand displayed a cold black-feathered dart
the point upon his palm was red as wine
as though the steel had sheltered in his heart.
He ran the risk of death to bring a sign
long promised. In that hand, we all could see
that once stained red, the steel had lost its shine
But free men pay a price for living free
and sometimes die as free men to retain
the right to chose to whom we bend the knee
We offer this as comfort to our slain:
All men must die - but you whom honor calls-
You will live on in many a bard's refrain
And when we gather, safely in our halls
Your names will ring with glory from the walls
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