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beneath the warrior's helm
the arches of the red bridge
night was black and drear
we who stood
i make my shroud, but no one knows
but alas, just dreams
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
long ago, in the young moonlight
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens

 



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