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All good things end, By The Abhorred.
All good things must come to an end,
a war, a kingdom, a life, a friend.
When hope is lost and none can be found,
desperate defenders set for a final round.
Marching for war and glory and fame,
never again will things feel the same.
Two armies clash, one doomed to die,
Nasty bloodshed, leaving a dark red sky.
A single carrion bird circle `round,
still no life nor friend could be found.
Now, only death remained on the plain.
The blood of a foe will surely leave a stain.
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