Death Submits To No One.

Come, Friend, You Too Must Die. Why Moan About It So? Even Patroclus Died, A Far, Far Better Man Than You. And Look, You See How Handsome And Powerful I Am? The Son Of A Great Man, The Mother Who Gave Me Life-- A Deathless Goddess. But Even For Me, I Tell You, Death And The Strong Force Of Fate Are Waiting. There Will Come A Dawn Or Sunset Or High Noon When A Man Will Take My Life In Battle Too-- Flinging A Spear Perhaps Or Whipping A Deadly Arrow Off His Bow.

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I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.