Martin the Warrior
Who says I am dead,
Knows nothing at all,
I-am that is,
Two mice within Redwall.
The warrior sleeps,
‘Twixt hall and cavern hole.
I-am that is,
Take on my mighty role.
Look for the sword,
In the moonlight streaming forth,
At night when day’s first hour
Reflects the North.
From o’er the threshold
Seek and you will see;
I-am that is,
My sword will wield for me.
By Brian Jacques
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