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I wait in silence.
Birds take flight into the sky.
The stillness returns.
This deserted place,
a legacy of the past.
A battlefield again.
My fate, soon to come.
Am I to perish now,
to keep my honor?
He approaches; Death.
Draped in black, warded in bone.
A sword before him.
A rush of swift wind.
Our swords clash rendering sparks,
and soon; dripping blood.
Weakness stills my heart,
We are both defeated now.
The stillness returns.
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