More Than Mere Mounds

Tell me a tale of the heroes of lore
and the monsters they faced in the night.
Proclaim now their fame, sing of their glory,
how they saved the weak from the mighty.

Here now they lie, cold in the ground
but their memory shines in the dark.
I think I find more than three quiet mounds
their lives move beyond these faint sparks.

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