Tis night and I am weary
From the battles of the day
My mind has slayed demons
And kept dragons far at bay
And yet the toll of struggle
Has upon me laid its claim
And I, the weary soldier
Upon my bed, shall do the same
Yet before I fade to darkness
A prayer rises from my soul
That come first light tomorrow
I emerge…whole.
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