Blade drawn,
armor removed.
bloodily scars left open;
for all the world to see
Tears of ash,
clearing blind eyes.
Dry veins pluseing with ice.
the beaten risen,
the dying with second breath.
the scream for death,
thought ended by the blade
Now lays traped in a dried tounge
the heavens rip apart
rain of blood to calm a dead-mans thirst
and with the hand of the gods, he stands.
to return the balde of they who slain him.
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