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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Their feathers 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 out on the room of my birth
With hangings rich of strange designs

Nobles stand with their cups in the room
Saluting me and she the 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 hard and
Her look on me like waves of the sea
And with lips the yellow milk I draw