Bury me in armor clad,
when finally I die.
The only things I ever had,
my Shield and Sword, survive.
Let the Shield and Sword in truth
be paper and a pen;
the writing I did in my youth
is all I've ever been.
And there inscribed an epitaph:
"Here lies the Poet-Knight.",
and let them read it then and laugh--
the last thing I would write.
Let not a single tear be shed,
for on pages yet I live!
The poet died, but ink he bled,
and still has more to give.
And in these words do I live on,
beyond all time and thought.
I'll live through whispering æon,
in all the words I've wrought.
So bury me in armor clad,
when finally I die;
no tears, no need to e'er be sad,
nor even say goodbye.
-D.B.
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I hope we get to have you on earth a little longer than you're saying XD But I'll be sure there's some sort of weapon with you at all times
You deserve it
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