Fighting the evil - Poetry

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The last empire,
That stood up,
To fight the dead,
Was down across the valley,
With end in sight

For the control of power,
Of souls that is the power,
The dead came from below,
Right from the depths of hell.

A distant shouting,
Clashing weapons thundered,
The war was coming to an end,
Withdrawing from the front,
Ran back to the shadows,
Crept under it,
To hide for another century.

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