Evening Whispers
My Son, the dawn approaches,
With morn come final breaths.
"Father, salvation forms from blood,
What have we to fear from death?"
Oh Nephew, by Asr the sands will stain,
Why call the sun with haste?
"Dear Uncle, compared to Death's sweetness,
Bitter is honey's taste."
My Companions, leave now! You've served me well,
How loyal you've remained.
Leave now before sands burn with heat,
Should you stay, you'll be slain!
"Our Master! Leave you all alone?
Have we committed crime?
Each time we'd rise and fight by your side,
Were we slain a thousand times!"
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