(This is a poem)
My name is Brokenheart.
I'm a warrior of the past.
My leadership fell apart,
I felt it wouldn't last.
I led my Clan for many moons,
When the leader was dead or ill.
I stare off gazing at the moon,
I never got my last will.
I return now.
I'm here again.
How I could lose, I know not how.
I know I may have lost then,
But I no way I'm losing now!
So many lives,
I shall live.
I will survive.
To you, I have not one life to give.
Give up now,
Take your defeat.
I won't fail my vow,
I have you beat.
You have one life.
I have over nine.
Claws like a knife,
I feel fine.
You took it all.
I'm taking back.
Even I have to watch you fall,
My heart is gold, yours is black.
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