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A mad dash for the bridge
A crying plea
Escape. Must escape
This prison of war and doom.

Swords were never your thing
The shimmering dark wood of the spear
That was your way.
But when one takes up a weapon

One can expect to die.

Black stones
Darkened wood
Smeared with your fear
Smeared with blood

I can only run
Run as swift as I can
To reach you, to find you
before you are gone

But already, I can hear your anguish.

It is dark when I arrive
Torches dark, rooms darker
And within the shaft of moonlight
I see you are gone.

Let us never return to this place
Let it be locked forever.
Your tomb, your place of final rest

Within these walls of dark black stone
Smeared with your fear
Smeared with your blood
May the divine ones watch over your soul forever

Until the clouds no longer shield my sun