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

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

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

His strikes her mouth with a skull like sound
The image of her loss revolves above her mind
With every in its design and accusing eye
That pierces Kasa's

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

His wife and he not as wine is brought
A cup that like the black blood of wolves
His dagger is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a dark

The Jailer bangs the door
Lord Randall wakes, in pain
He shakes his shackles in the beaten
The blood of his wounds is hard as

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

They lay him in the tomb at the of day
They close the earthen upon his clay
The birds are plucking worms the ground

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

His mother lies in her nine days long
She called on Bridget in her time
I looked out on the of my birth
With hangings of many strange designs

Nobles stand with wine cups in the room
me and she the King's queen
Already, I am who I am
Already, I've forgotten who been

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