Poem: 13

Three and ten
And all dead men.
Four and nine, 
This isn't fine.
Five and eight, 
You've come too late.
Seven here
It's time to fear. 
With a six
Thrown in the mix.
Eight and five
They all revive.
Nine and four
Shook to our core.
Ten and three
It's back to me. 

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