Once upon a battlefield,
There died a poet, disguised as a warrior..
He plunged his feather, disguised as a dagger..
Into the inkpot, disguised as his heart..
And sang his songs, disguised as his agony..
Infront of a huge audience, disguised as an army..
Instead of becoming a poem, of someone else's sword..
He decided to write, his own poetry..
Once upon a duty, died a dream...
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