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Battle poem
10 years ago
General
Bright is the sword that struck the shining coat,
Hard is the wood of oak carved.
Sharp is the spear point that pierces leather,
strong is the shaft that shakes in the hand.
Arrow flies from bowstring,
Ranks of warriors heave and swell,
like the waves of the sea.
Dark is the mist that clothes the grass,
cruel the chill wind that freezes blood and flesh.
Glory comes won with bloodshed,
Strong the helm braces against the blow,
the axe replies, sharpened edge slicing wood.
