I happened on his cave by accident,

Sun shining through a skylight,

A place apart,

His great age engraved on his face

there was no holding back

In the way he greeted old comrades,

Always first onto the battlefield,

and last to leave, knew where the line

was drawn, now he sits

with his sword at his feet,

he doesn’t leave, not even

to go among the hills to hunt.

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