1. At the Bitter End
My blade dances through the air in a dream; my eyes fill with the past
Waves runring crimson with guilt; I hear the wails of the dying cleaving the air, etched in my memory.
White ships writhe and collapse in flame…
My pride and passion:
A shaft of sunlight lances through the shadowed sky, burnishing the blood pooling at my feet, mocking me; they are lost to me, though I burn with longing.
Silver fist reaches vainly for the golden band, and the dreamer falls.
I drown in a sea of yrch
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