the saber within inches towards my heart
the moment lets me know its close
writhing in pain a stab could surpass
feeble , that fear would hide his face
sunken , the highlands may be in shame
lost , even the maps could sulk at me
faithless , the Gods would rinse their hands
coward , the devil would scoff at me
worthless , the blood holds me a burden
if not for a purpose
what was I.
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