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The sheild, battered by my enemie's desire to kill.
The armor, the only sanctuary I have ever known.
The resolve, is unending til the last breath from my cold lungs.
The brother, standing by my side, heaven and through hell, let them hear our cry.
For the only thing standing, Will be us.
Cold winter winds rip my skin - like a whip in a floggers hands
Thoughts of warm summers and loving springs - To be denied me
A lone raven perched - To mark a death of love that never was
Alone for the wolfs to circle - They stalk me like your words haunted me
Ale no comfort for words spat - Fury in them slung like a sharpend spear
Never to have know - Failed to try