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A death without the spill of blood,
A stretch away from battle's mud.
To witness an oath broken, to hear a lie told,
From a little boy who once thought himself bold,
The tale of a soldier who would not grow old,
From a youth who could be so easily controlled.
A coward's death, yet still unfitting,
A traitor's end, yet still submitting.
Once upon a time, in a land of war,
A boy on his knees, another vow swore,
Prayers on emptiness, prayers washed ashore,
But it didn't matter; what more could he ask for?
A clove of poison in his beer,
A final word no one would hear.
How lucky was he, in his mother's love,
A homeland and it's home thereof,
Stars, cloth and a commander's glove,
Behold; his gaze, set above.
A single crime, that he had committed,
A single hope that his heart permitted.
Oh, alas, a tragedy had struck! A third son,
But one who gave up- a cord that had become undone,
And the firstborn who he, himself would shun,
Run, boy, please, for your fatherland, run.
A dull thump, a second to ponder,
A cold embrace just over yonder.
Calming carnage wrought from a long seven years,
They never mentioned alongside the blood, tears,
His prayers long forgotten, dead upon deaf ears,
All because a boy forgot to face his fears.
A paper trail, an act of heresy,
A mind that claimed and sought for clerisy.
Murderer, a word thrown about all too often,
Perhaps he'd really have been better off as a boffin,
Time and witness that neglected to soften,
The fact he had cast a thousand lone coffins.
A death so silent, so soft into the night,
A quiet sigh, which held no will to fight.
And that brings us here, to a poor man's demise,
Who in his great crime, refused to baptize,
His own in their blood, his demons in guise.
An action so foolish, uncouth and unwise.
A dog who bites the hand that feeds
Is a dog who falls and keels and bleeds
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OOC Note: This is not canon.
OOC Note: This is not canon.
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