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By Alison Terhune Horses flash, People clash The din of swords rings high. Bring the sun down from the sky, the fire of thine eyes. Rage on, Rage on, through the day, Long shadows pushing, pushing across the barren lands, seared by the fire of thine eyes.
To search the fire in thine eyes, What makes you move on, on into the fray, sword crying out as you drive, on Through the heat that clings.
The sky burns red as you toil, Slashing, Thrashing, All the while the fire burns in thine eyes. Until the soldiers return home, battered, bruised and broken. Scars the only Token, scarcely remembering what Home is, or what it was all about, Does the fire leave thine eyes.
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