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Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread and of sheets were
Scarlet and are at his head
His like a cat drowns in a well

He thinks of all the girls he will not
He thinks not of the or the past
lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets sail for other

There the chief with gold on his hair
Two fingers thick each of coiled ore
Speaks to his skinned wife, she answers not
He hurls his angry to the gulls

His wife strikes her with a skull like sound
The image of her loss revolves above her mind
With every line in its design and eye
That pierces soul

The row on beneath the dragon flag
His heart recoils his red haired son
the burning walls that he razed down

His and he speak not as wine is brought
A cup seethes like the black blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her
He joyless to a dark sleep

The Jailer bangs the door
Randall wakes, wakes in pain
He his shackles in the beaten gloom
The of his wounds is hard as coal

The Jailer him out upon the blinding bright stair
He feels turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the falls on his neck
The is boiling cold

lay him in the tomb at the break of day
They close the earthen door his clay
The birds are plucking worms from the

Their gray as mist on a cloudy morn
Foresters burn branches from the sleeping
The sun turns to stone

His mother lies in her labor nine days
She called on Saint Bridget in her
I out on the room of my birth
With rich of many strange designs

Nobles stand with their wine in the room
Saluting me and she the queen
Already, I am who I am
Already, I've forgotten who I've

My mother lifts me up to her huge soft
Her like a berry both hard and brown
Her eyes on me like waves of the sea
And small lips the yellow milk I draw