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Red snow settles tthe ground
Bodies lie broken and mamed
The crimson snow tells a story
A stroy of a battle fought
The defeated lie dea on the ground
The victorious hang their heads in shame
A young man who has fought kneels by his father
The boy has learned not to cry
But what is a boy to do when he sees his father
Normally nothing, but today is his day to mourne
For his father is dead now
Cold as the red snow beneath his body
He hangs his head and fod his father's arms
He looksinto his eyes 1 last time before closing them
He leaves his sword and helm on the body
But he man sheds no tears
Because even at his young age
He knows tears are a sign of weakness
And today he has no weakness
He looks ahead and sees his troops
The await him to return home
He signals for them to leave and they do
He stands and loks atte bodt before him
The body that used to be that of his father
He turns to leav
He looks back justonce and mutters only one thing
"you should have been with me old man, you may have lived"