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

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

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

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

The row on beneath the dragon flag
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 seethes like the black blood of wolves
His wife's is hidden in her dress
He joyless to a dark sleep

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

The Jailer him out upon the blinding bright stair
He feels turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword falls on his
The is boiling cold

They lay him in the tomb at the of day
They the earthen door upon his clay
The birds are plucking from the ground

Their feathers gray as mist on a morn
Foresters burn 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 of my birth
With rich of many strange designs

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

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