Distant hills loom dark against the sporadic light,
Inside cold hell as I seek a place to lie for the night.
Silent promises I had whispered to the ones I love.
The cruel promise to return to those I am fond of.
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Reveling in the thought of your beautiful souls,
Avoiding the depths of despair in these bleak holes.
Calm my heart stirs for the purpose for which I came -
Though dying we considered you all, amidst these flames.
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I only wish that we could see each other once more.
On the first day of battle we lost four score and nine,
Now of our ninety names one yet remains - mine.
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Apogee
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Turning Pages of Life
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