Death appeared once again before him,
Soon one fights for vengence,
While the other is for pure insanity.
As dawn breaks,
The wanderer lies flat on the ground,
Soaked in pool of blood,
Drowned in pain of heartache,
He stood beyond his fall,
Only to see that his journey has ended.
Blood trikled from his mouth,
In his ear,
Death's laughter endlessly echoed,
He never was proud,
Never again he could stare,
Into his journey to the east.
As the sun began to rise,
Crows hovered above his body,
Slowly eating through the flesh of the wanderer,
It leaves nothing but bones,
Not more than the man he used to be,
Only thing left was his sword and broken armor.
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