Poem no. III

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Hurting and aching and bleeding a lot
But at least I know I gave it a shot.
Kneeling down pushed by the pain.
What's there for me? What do I gain?
Oh, mighty warrior look at your chest,
An arrow sticking out but you tried your best.

Grin your teeth one more time.
Take it out one more time.
Stand up for me one more time.
Fight for me one last time.

I can't get up, this time I cannot.
You'll have to shoot me here at the spot.
My chest burning in agony,
You're standing at the balcony,
Looking down at a warrior who failed,
Not even this one hasn't prevailed.

Scream out the pain and let it out
And for numbing it just drink the stout.
Day by day the pain still grows,
And finally the wound, too, shows.
Deep and wide, oh mighty warrior,
Push again, againts the barrier.

My heart cries for you
But your soul doesn't hear me.
That split me to two.
How could this be?
I can't push again, not this time,
I beg don't be mad, it's not a crime.
My vision blurs in torture,
God curse that archer!
The one who broke my heart in two,
The one who took me away from you.

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