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I’ll swing my sword till days are done,
Till foes are dead and battles won,
I’ll bleed and burn and blaze and break,
I’ll fight until my body shakes,
And at the end when death is near,
I’ll look it square and feel no fear,
I lived my life with blade in hand,
So when I die I can proudly stand,
I’m no hero who shines, slaying the dark,
Nor a killer that slaughters, leaving his mark,
 I’ll die unremembered, unmourned and unsaved,
I’ll die in midst of the tempest I braved,

The writer writes and the painter paints,
And the soldier soldiers, soul marred with taint,
For a soldier fights, not because he ought,
He fights because some battles just have to be fought.
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Poetry.com 4.4 out of 5 based on 5 votes.
Mario Martins More than 1 year ago
Great perspective
Rebecca Hebert More than 1 year ago
This is a beautifully worded poem! Very descriptive and very understandable!
Mugisha Mutanga More than 1 year ago
It's mood is great; its style is great. The structure is so late uneven but the message is great. it'd have been better to keep the four line stanzas all through.
Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi More than 1 year ago
Jasper Ismell More than 1 year ago
i would of never thought of that aspect he he
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