I'll try my hand at it, if that's okay!
I am the offspring of high folk,
Who left a haven long ago.
My father was quite wise, yet he
Chose a perilous strategy
That ended bitterly for me.
Oh, where a mighty foe was slain
I too was killed and lost remain.
Though ages since have passed, I swear it -
My name brings doom to all who bear it.
This should be easy...
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And no one was ill, and everyone was pleased, except those who had to mow the grass.
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