Axecalibur The Norse king falls onto the cold and red stained ground,
The thunders of battle long since faded into whispery sound.
His weapon sheathed in blood lies by his side,
And from his body, his warm life flow like a tide.
A blood-stained friend fought in many a battlefield,
Axecalibur rests in his lifeless hand, unable now to wield.
As death eagerly waits upon the king's latest breath,
A beautiful woman, that is Axecalibur, grants him a warrior's death.
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