if they could, the stars would dim for you, one by one
what becomes of the hero that lives beyond his glory
that dies not in shining bravery upon the battlefield
nor in defense of the common
nor in the name of justice
but instead passes beyond this world
weak and languishing
shedding hair and weight and each breath more shallow than the last
is there a vahalla that awaits him?
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