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Flee - Writen By: Brian Riley
Flee
Metal on metal I hear the sound...
I wait in fear all around.
To my left and to my right...
I free my blade and prepare to fight.
O'er yonder across the field
A man in black a sword he weilds.
He cuts the air to and fro
His eyes they dart, like a crow.
Thy silken tunic shines with light
I see undead hordes with unholy might.
I raise my blade my tears my power.
There he looks, I begin to cower.
I see me sword leave me hand
Drop to the ground and caress the sand.
Wondering his powers key
I turn my legs and begin to flee.
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