11-26-2005 8:11 AM
High may you stand in the remnants of your slain,
may you shed blood and tears for those who have fallen,
may you remain.
may you haunt the lives of those you wound,
and with the wounding hand heal at need.
may all your victories be swift and forgotten,
and all you defeats in bitter pain,
so that you may be cleansed of all misplaced honor.
may the blessed steel, wrap your flesh,
rip out your every fault, and at need, bleed your swelling pride.
may you never be knighted,
hail the mercenary,
may you be one.
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