A tent pitched on a cut bank-
The river's running fast.
Looking up at all the stars.
This night could well be my last.
The opposition is somewhere out there.
Camping cold- Don't see any fire.
I told myself that I was not afraid.
The wind whispered, "You liar."
Green fire streaked across the heavens.
Dragons roared, off to my right.
Sticks, stones, and mud fell out of the sky.
He said, "I'll kill you if you don't fight."
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