Legendia

Blood dripped onto the green grass

He turned to his followers

“Tie me to the standing stone”

He commanded

“Let me meet my death on my feet”.

Dawn nears

The campfires grow dim,

Distant memories.

Sky brightens

He looks to the fading stars

His shield strapped to his arm

He nestles his spine against the cold hard rock

Hopes

Prays

That it will pass onto him some of its strength.

His men leave the field of battle

Unwilling or unable to watch.

Dawn breaks the horde

Approaches

As man

Slips

Into

Legend.

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