| From head to toe they wore their gear |
| The guards of love and tears |
| The hero hence thy number known |
| Called Nine without a fear. |
| With war and hate and manly dreams |
| And fights he won with ease |
| Until one day a love did come |
| And played his heart, a tease. |
| With beauty prime and love sublime | |
His heart she stole this night | |
To war Nine went the next of eves | |
His last would be this flight. |
| With deadly fires, a burning sight | |
The last his breath he breathed. | |
Nine, he spoke of loves so blind | |
While his wounds, they seethed. |
| The beauty prime,
this love sublime | |
Her heart was cold and hard. | |
No tears she cried for warrior Nine | |
But his love she marred. | |
by Sara Jordan |
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