For the strongest of men...
Suffering is tranquility
They abide by all that is holy
In knowing
That death
Is merely a succumbing
To the vastness of time
They take guilt in their stride
They ride away, drunken at dawn
Leaving behind the maidens and her sons
To take care of
But within that strength
Comes a weakness...
And it is such when the strongest of men
Can no longer ride away
So he stays, his new maiden alight
In the likeness and mercy of the sun
Until he ceases to breath one morn'
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