Warriors are fearless and no small fry!
They fight and hardly cry.
Amidst foes they fly,
Saluting their steels in such deathly glide
For the great number they take for a ride.
Birds hold them high,
Singing sonorous songs for them nearby.
The great, great gods laud them in that light
Even after they quit or eventually die.
And truly, truly for flying that high,
Warriors are fearless and no small fry.
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This post is in response to the daily prompt: Fearless