Through thick and thin,
I did grin,
Yet I still managed to die,
And so my mother cry.
Watched me sink,
Eyes unable to blink.
“The battle defined him,
Oh my lord, why my son, why him.”
The cold
Had a hold
On me and my cries
So I closed my eyes
Cursed
Yet with a strange thirst.
“Maybe he wanted to disappear,
But why now and here.”
Through thick and thin,
I still grin.
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