the oldest spoke
of his own father,
a terrible man -
a pure give up
all before the
legend the heart
to reach of place
the lands beyond
the young warrior -
a broken body
hem grief-stricken
he sacrificed remember
that moment
slowly forming.
I want to comfort the world, but the world does not accept me. It does not want the gentle warnings of a mother, who can then comfort you...
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