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Out of the mists,
rising into the air,
Lush green surroundings,
a horse and a rider,
climbing the worn hill,
weary and blood-stained,
battle scars fresh,
the last one left alive.
He stops infront of a house,
climbing from his horse,
he meets a woman,
sleepless eyes meet his,
they are tear stained,
nights of no sleep,
always wondering if he was alive,
The weary rider shakes his head,
The woman, falling to the ground,
is strangely silent.
Her unseeing eyes, staring,
memories flooding her mind.
The rider quietly leaves,
the woman, turns to return inside,
eternal sleep claiming her forever.
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~DDT