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Epic

EPIC!

Horses run the ground dry
Men on their backs, yell with fury at the sky.
Sword and Pistol in hand
Battle—born, they live just to die
 
Combat and bloodshed is their way.
Barbarians, criminals, brigands, names all
for those who live just to die
 
Death is at the door
Dusk is his hour.
Defend your homes!
Defend your your lives!
For men come knocking
with Death in tow
 
Take up arms and do not flee
For the horses are trample trained
Stand at vanguard and do not flee
lest the battle—born think you coward!
 
The clash is long and brutal
brain and blood blanket the earth
the clash of steel and blast of powder
ring the ear and memory
 
As humble men come to sense
The few who remained help collect the dead
the battle fought, the defeated fled.
Their fury abated along with their dead.
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