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The sheath on my back screams in silence.
The sheath on my back screams in silence.
I stand alone, blade in hand.
Scars stand red upon my body.
Pain gone, enemy defeated.
I stand ready, Ever alert.
Peace shadowed by my fears.
I will not live forever.
But fall I will by my own hand.
I walk west to shadow lands of the setting sun.
Into the night which I call home.
Peace I seek, I hear its call, and rest.
The sheath silenced by my blade.
