In a day, or perhaps two,
I will lay down this banner
And the war will be not lost.
For the capricious nature assumed
Is not all it seems to be,
It is in fact a still surprise
Of calm that is brief but cool.
It is red, that lain before,
It is meek and silent long
Cowering the war horse hoof
I ride, soon be no more.
Yet the destrier be relieved
And my memories will recede
When all is done and left
The future shall be seen.
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