Blood for the blood god
Spilt in the arena
Pouring down like rain.
High ladies, ancient lords
Legends in the mists
Pour thee a flute of bane.
The guilt of the innocent
Brought before the judge
Leaves dropped from trees.
In tune, out of time
The value of lies
Increases on the knees.
© April 27, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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