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Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Randall
The mixed voices speak of 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 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 link of coiled ore
Speaks to his skinned wife, she answers not
He his question angry to the gulls

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

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

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

The bangs the iron door
Lord Randall wakes, wakes in
He shakes his in the beaten gloom
The blood of his wounds is 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 cold

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

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

His mother lies in her labor days long
She on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the room of my
With hangings of many strange designs

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

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