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I am a hero, my praise sung by mortals and gods alike
Standing on the blood-drenched war ground, I am the sole victor.
No one dares to cross me.
The one who would have, has left before dusk.
I am a warrior, my praise sung by kings and soldiers alike
My sword is an ancient relic
Carved once by a moon god.
He was a man like me, but his beauty brighter.
I am a husband, my praise sung by men and women alike
Father to twin boys
They aren't mine though, and I do not care.
I read the letters of the moon god.
I am a demigod, my praise sung by nymphs and lords alike
They desire to give me more wives; I simply deny
A man's love has no value.
Upon finding the letters, they caged the moon god.
I am a villain, cursed by angels and demons alike
I waged war against the immortals
Alas, they killed my beloved.
He died before dusk.
I am a lover, forgotten by myth and history
Walking around with burnt pages, I come across the consuming sun
Rumours say, the sun has engulfed the moon.
I enter the fire.
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