It will have blood
the red-rust earth
that runs in your veins
It will have blood
Wall yourself in
a world of stone.
In sky-blocking towers
flee from her face
The waters, the wind
whisper your name.
Behind your fingers
you hear her say
Slayer. Spiller of
red sea within
the undulating
hill turns her back.
hill turns her back.
sticky stench sucks
at your shoes, drips
from branches. The stones
are wet with it.
Iron hisses, trees
stalk. How lightly,
easily, they could drop.
World is weapon.
You have no blood,
a hollow waste.
anemic wraith that
haunts the place be-
tween. Within your
bones, he lies
in wait, the one whose
place you cannot take.
bones, he lies
in wait, the one whose
place you cannot take.
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