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Deep in the jail, sleeps Lord Randall
The mixed voices of bread and of sheets that were
Scarlet and blue are at his
His heart like a cat 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 sets sail for other where

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

His wife strikes her mouth a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss above her mind
With every line in its and accusing eye
That Kasa's soul

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

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

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

The Jailer leads him out upon the bright stair
He feels uneven beneath 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 door upon his clay
The birds are worms from the ground

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

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

stand with their wine cups 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 soft breast
Her like a berry both hard and brown
Her look on me like waves of the sea
And small lips the yellow milk I draw