With muscles rippling, and sinews taut, The warrior stands, in battle wrought, His strength is legend, his might renowned, And foes tremble, at the mere sound. For he is a warrior, strong and true, His body honed, for what he must do, He lifts his sword, with power and grace, And charges forth, to meet his fate. Through miles of trekking, and battles fought, His endurance, never once is caught, For he is a warrior, built to last, His strength and stamina, unsurpassed. And when the day is done, and the night is near, The warrior rests, without any fear, For he knows, that with each passing day, His strength grows stronger, in every way. So let us honor, the warrior's might, His physical strength, a wondrous sight, For in his body, we see the power, Of a warrior, whose strength will never cower. Sleep peacefully Bry, you well and truly earned your rest xx

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Would not whant anyone else behind me in strife, 100% solid 😢