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The haze of battle seeps from me

I'd survived the Spaniard's trap

But Lothar bled from a terrible wound

His gore spilled in his lap

He beckoned me, called me close

His face slowly draining white

"These last words I say to you

Remember them in your fight"

It was five wise men, knowledge divine

who shaped the heavens to their design

First, a Butcher, sharp with wit,

Used his axe to carve a slit

Second, the Carpenter, strong and bold

With hammer and chisel bore it a hole

Third, the Hunter, short and stout

A piece of fox fur he lined it without

Fourth, the Tailor, tall and thin

The finest red velvet he lined it within

Last, the Fishmonger, nasty as hell

Tossed in that fish to give it a smell

Lothar's eyes rolled back to white

His message delivered true

I marked them well and promised him

To pass on all I knew

But Lothar, fading into black,

One last message did he send

Despite the gore and agony

Broke a foul but final wind