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Beneath the blood

of mother's corpse,

Restlessly I sleep

with no retort.

The stars above

cast its light

Echoes the tale

of this night.

Beyond the place

of wrath and tears,

Looms the horror

of wicked years.

Live and die

By the sword,

Kill them all

By the horde.

Defied and clutched

By circumstance,

Bolt through the heart

A cold glance.

Never winced

Nor cried out loud,

Bloody and broken

Yet unbowed.

I stand alone, to atone

In this frozen night.

Nursing my wounds....