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Oh, melancholy muse, attend my plea, As I recount the tale of friendships lost at sea. Once, by my side, they stood as brothers true, Yet now, my blade must sever what my heart once knew.

In times of old, our spirits danced as one, United in battles fought, under the same sun. Through fields of valor, our laughter did resound, But shadows cast have turned camaraderie to the ground.

The bond we shared, a fortress strong and grand, Now crumbles to dust, scattered by Fate's cruel hand. The forge of time, with flames both fierce and cold, Has forged divisions, stories left untold.

Oh, comrades turned to shadows, haunting past, How bitter is the cup of enmity we've cast! A tragic waltz, where loyalty doth bleed, As swords unsheathe to sever friendship's deed.

A battlefield, once graced with shared delight, Now echoes with the cries of fractured might. No longer side by side, but foes in strife, I, a warrior torn, must take up the cruel knife.

With heavy heart, I raise the blade aloft, Each strike a requiem for the bonds now lost. In each clash, a chorus of mournful sighs, As memories of friendship slowly die.

The armor worn by former friends so dear, Now shields them from the words of kinship near. Their eyes, once kindred stars that brightly shone, Now mask the light, in shadows overthrown.

Yet, in this tragic play, no joy I find, As once-beloved faces fade behind. The battlefield, a graveyard for the ties, That once united hearts beneath the skies.

So let this woeful ode be sung with pain, Of times gone by, of friendships rent in twain. A warrior's lament, a dirge for bygone kin, As the echoes of a once-shared laughter dim.