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The blade fell, a river of red—

Yet silence was denied.

Buried beneath Bran's soil,

but the earth spat him out.

Too evil, too pure

for this soil

A shadow stalks the cobbled streets,

grips of ice on trembling flesh.

Fingers carve bruises deep,

the breath of the grave lingers.

lurk within the living.

Satisfy your thirst

Of BLOOD

Dug from his slumber, torn apart,

skin stretched tight over death.

The heart of the beast, its untouched,

mocking the hands that rip it free.

that rip it free

Fire consumes, river swallows the ash,

but the curse lingers.

Still he walks in the night.

lurks in the night.

unseen!

Unseen!

Unseen!

Unseen!

the unrested

the unrested

never gone