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Gedicht: A knights journey

Breathing hard he looked around,
There was no honor, no glory here.
Men who are people no more.

A fire flares up behind the city gate,
But all I hear are people's screams,
People who see their existence burning out.

Where is my sister now?
Now, after days, weeks in that place,
That place where I buried her.

My sword trembles,
When I feel soft arms supporting me,
A head against my back.

Softly I hear her whispering,
That the end is near,
Before her voice is carried away by the wind,
And my sword falls from my hands.

Over het gedicht:

A devestated knight on a long lost course, where men are doomed by their actions.