once stood a great warrior

of malice and pride

with no battle too bloody

for his hungering eyes 

his blade, sharp and stained

stood tall at his side

left in its wake

only dead men would lie

then, in the distance 

that red, setting sun

gave a glimpse to the man

of the deeds he had done

the crimson and black

was all he could see

he saw not the...

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