The war of word and blade is fought,
and how their stares are horror-sought:
I hide in my tree, though the branches are bare,
I relay on the shade of the smoky air.
My companions sit beside me, their weapons drawn.
We fight for our families, come our final dawn.
Chisai with her dagger, Bryce with his sword,
I'm perched with my scythe and quote the raven, "Never More".
Indeed, "Never More" shall we watch our allies fall,
"Never More" shall we watch their blood spill...
"Never More" shall we linger, on we shall stride!
and "Never More" shall our courage lie ill.
We charge out to help, the signal is given
and on we all dash, forever are we driven:
and in the end one by one, into our caskets we shall fall,
but we shall fall with willing hearts, because we won life for them all.
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