The Warrior’s Sword

sword with blood

They didn’t ask me before handing the sword,

They named me their warrior-prince;

They showered me with praise and honour,

They’ve never seen me whimper and wince.

They are proud of my courage, they boast of my wins;

My sword is bathed in blood, will they share my sins?

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