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The rhythm of hoofs Resonated in the hills As the ruthless soldier Returned from his thrills
He charged in delight Rushing back to display The spoils of his victory Won through foul play
His horse stumbled suddenly In the familiar terrain The glee wiped out He halted in apprehension
The fort was silhouetted Against the setting star The twilight of the empire Reaped shadows afar
A shade of despair Descended on the soldier As he looked around Against the depressing glimmer
The waters in the moat Stood still and lifeless Its inanimate reptiles Lay afloat in darkness
The once sturdy trees Weathered out of shape With an emotional burden Borne on their nape
Faint cries of agony Echoed along the barrier Its defences stood bare That confounded the warrior
He hesitated at the gates As the air filled with gloom Did he dare advance To confront the doom
He sensed the aftermath Of a battle gone astray He trembled in anguish Too defeated to pray
Wind hissed at him coldly Shadows mocked his wins He raised his sword high And chose to pay for his sins |
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