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

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

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

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

The slaves row on beneath the dragon
His heart recoils recall his red son
Beneath the burning walls he razed down

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

The bangs the iron door
Randall wakes, wakes in pain
He shakes his shackles in the gloom
The blood of his wounds is as coal

The leads him out upon the blinding bright stair
He feels turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword on his neck
The pain is boiling

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

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

His mother lies in her labor nine long
She on Saint Bridget in her time
I out on the room of my birth
With hangings rich of many designs

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

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