Remembered

Zephiel, a Bernese king,

Of whom his people sadly sing.

A man who once was just and fair,

A ruler who did truly care.

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His sword was long, his senses keen,

His armour shining from far was seen.

At home both in stone and field,

Acting as his people's shield.

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But one day the ruler changed,

Compassion lost and not regained,

Over Bern rose a dark star,

Its ruler fell and did fall far.

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Armies marched across the slopes,

Elibe began to lose all hope.

Ilia, Sacae, first to die.

Stripped of all their life and pride.

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With mastery the generals led,

Their foes before them wept and bled.

Weeping became mankind's song,

In such days, which were long.

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Eventually it came to end,

At the hands of foe, once friend.

At the hand of sealed sword,

Was struck down the fallen lord.

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His people now were truly spent,

And without a government.

Some still stood in mired land,

Desiring a final stand.

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But all things must come to end,

And even old wounds can end.

The king passed through death's door,

And went into remembered lore.