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End of the battle, the fighting roar faded:

The last redoubts are yield to enemy —

Within some minutes everything was destined —

The scalade was so rampant and so dashing!

The hero fought with courage of the three

And being captured tried to break the tether:

His veins were swollen of such efforts! —

Such metaphors're tremendous as can be.

That's the result: defeated and so mean,

He was much calmer, than a little lamb:

Inside his nostrils they put rings

He went so humble behind them.

That one's insane, who once confronted feelings

I gave my all to you, no armour concealing…