Imbued.
A fervor of the mind.
An archer to the tainted.
An arrowhead of silt.

The children wane.
The old muse.
"What's this Gody act he modestly commits?"

A dull stone sits in sweaty palms
cutting sinew from a goat.

A crowne of righteous honor?
No.
A noose around his throat.
 
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