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I am already dead, my life

Extinguished by his final breath

And now I have no earthly cause

To fear a second, lesser death.

Although I was not by his side

I felt the cold steel pierce my heart

And in the blinking of an eye

The world I knew was torn apart.

The blade that took his life and let it

Seep into this blood-soaked soil

With one swift stroke cut through the ties

That bound me to this mortal coil.

So when I turn and ride to meet

The charge of the advancing foe

Do not attempt to hold me back

I hear him call. I have to go.

And if young men should chance to ask

Why I fell fighting in their stead

Pray tell them of my love and say

“Grieve not. He was already dead.”