Mortals lonesome,
Have stirred the winds.
Danced with the raging tides.
Their feet marking their feats.
Mortals, warriors
The rains bring down their ashes.
There it is in the air,
Glorious sentiments in showers.
Mortals birthed,
Warriors unearthed .
Ashes disperse from death,
Their legend as told, by the hearth.
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