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Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread and of that were
Scarlet and blue are at his
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 spikes the above the sea
Where Kasa's sets sail for other where

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His mother lies in her labor days long
She called on Saint Bridget in her
I looked out on the of my birth
With hangings rich of 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 I've

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