The old Crow's cry the first warning The rumbling frozen ground the last. Hooves thundering on the three feet snow, The icy dawn yet to begin.
Bursting through the icy morning four times five black shadows ahorse. Steel glimmering in the awakening sun's light, And blood colours the white snow red. Cries echo through the dark deep woods. Open wounds steam in the cold morning air, And the new day was greeted with a burden both raped and dead… read more
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