Where twilight and dawn blend into one
A dare is desperate to see the sun
The battle is not lost but never won
He is like a bard on the run!
And must he play his own swansong?
For his troubles have been wearisome and long
They want him crucified against the wall
Even as he towers with courage, he could be left feeling small!
But he has a missive to you all:
Even from his gravestone, he could have each of evil’s bastions fall!
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