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Deep in the hollow jail, Lord Randall
The voices speak of bread and of sheets that 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 future or the
Blue spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's sets sail for other where

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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