P. S. Burton
	The Final Battle Men, Fill your quivers and sharpen your Blades. Tis the day when the stories are Made and the biographies of men are written. So do not hide your fear but embrace it because In fear valiant things may happen. Pray upon The temple of Janus ask his spirit to over come Yours so you may become a hero for your land, your family and the future of your line. [Looks towards the clouds] The morning star can still be seen And the sun rays have been shielded By the clouds. The field is still misty And the dew fresh and full of spirits The trees house the seats of the deities and when They sway you could hear shouts ands howls, Whispers and sighs. [Looks Back at the men] Men, this is our day To be recorded into the books ! [A thought] This war, this battle, this day will all be forgotten Your names and these events will be lost But my will, my hope, my blood would it be Shed in vain…No! For words out live all other man made things [To the Men] Let us Fight ! Let us Live! Let us Die!

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