A Forlorn Echo
For this fight that never saw its end,
Every tear grows into fear
Far across this barren land
A hope I saw still crushes me down
As I woke to the last shot,
She sat there with a soft glare
Where the bloodshed stabs me hard,
I let out a tainted touch
A tearless misty smile,
breaks this heart down quietly
Veiled fools with the last inch of core,
Chase the mercy, not the wail
This last morsel I share,
to rouse the fallen dawn
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