• Alone he stood on broken statues of stone,
    No one else, he stood alone.
    And looked upon that which he had wrought
    The terror in his people's hearts
    The legends all been ripped apart
    His broken sword lay at his side
    His thoughts strayed only at one place
    to perish, or to live; or die?
    And so he looked for one last time
    Before he fell, lightly like a leaf, to earth,
    And no one heard of him again,
    Besides the voices of the dead.


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