I will not kill them, the Warrior said.
Not if I can love them instead.
The god laughed low and long and deep.
"O mortals and vain promises you keep.
The only death that matters is
Done with a quiet heart
And honour to your enemy is
Knowing in you's a part
Of them; and in them part of you and All.
There is no honour in rising, none in a fall.
Only in leaving the wheel of returning:
Dying to new life only hastens unbirthing."
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