The crusader: a explore for the asset contained by (an extract of an epic poem) - poetry
On because of the darkness she searches the bones
As dawn ascends the dark sky
She reaches forth and takes his hand,
She knew she must act rapidly,
Faint, a cry came from behind
For days they lay near Death's cold door;
Conscious now, ahead strength
David cries in anguish deep,
Deathly silent David falls
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