Johnathan Lancaster

The war is won, but I am struck down.
My body is broken, no healer t'be found.
So I'll close my eyes, one last time I'll pretend:
I lie in the green fields of Eagan again.

Lord Death has come, I have reached my end.
Burn me, scatter me, to the four winds.
If they be kind, I may still yet attend
the peaceful green fields of Eagan again.

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