Least of my Kind

Original: Least Of My Kind (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgCdDkmh5bo)

Covered in dirt and mud, aching and spitting blood Cursing, you start to rise and groan. Far off through field and fell mutters the Chapter bell: Never a Guardian falls alone

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Think on the battle’s cost; this time the Lancer lost Beaten and broken and blind. Better beware one more, better prepare for war: I was the least of my kind.

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Prying my arrows cold out of my fingers’ hold Pause to take stock, reflect and rue; Look on the damage done here by a single one What do you think a whole Lance will do?

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Bury me where I fall, far from the Chapter’s Call; Slain in a fight I could not win; Nearby, Unconquered hear. Heads turn with pricking ears. Thought you, you fool, that I had no kin?

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