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The Last
It was that last stand,
that last strand of hope --
or was it rage?
It moved him to move,
to slash, to hack, to gouge.
What craze drove him?
His fearsome gaze initiated
what his sword would finish,
hewing all that he could.
The dead embraced
the embracing dirt,
falling upon dead arms.
Alas, there was no hope.
Death's horde was many,
for many the last had laid dead.
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