автор: oziris

He fought bravely,
but he fell.
None could save him,
one can tell.

She was better
with the sword
and that let her
win the war.

Her blade was sharp -
cut right through
his wounded heart,
f`rever true.

She was better
with the sword
and that let her
win the war.

He later died
in her arms -
all dead inside,
deeply harmed.

She was better
with the sword
and that let her
win the war.