Bloodied Blade

Keep me in memory,
upon that sword you carry.
Blood runs off the blade,
as life begins to fade.
Keep around my ghost,
for you are now its host.
Blood drips off the blade,
but I am not afraid.
Keep within my sight,
I can touch the light.
Blood runs through the ground,
my body they have found.
Keep me in memory,
these words; my final plea.

The End

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