An arrow fires towards him
It splinters on Rohan’s battle crest
When will he fall to ground in pain?
When will he come to rest?

The battle will be over soon
Will he be alive or dead?
I’ve done my city proud, he thinks
As he charges ahead

A spear digs into his armour
He falls down clutching his side
Death has finally found him
There is nothing he can do to hide

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