Grief

Grief

KoWhen unity awakens our spirit
Souls are lifted and we sing a good song
Unto the gods of our lands,
whom our fathers cherished long before death.
Speak to the stones you son of the soil
And let the dead advance further away
Let them their grief to avenge
And their wrath be unquenched.
The children of man has earned it.

So now I say so, in stones and in spirit
In blood and in ritual
In demise and health, even in my unwavering love for Folashade
That the dead did bid to come
And without warning, I was left to wander.
This is my lament and grief
Eternally tearing and wolfing at my heart
Letting leave the stab wounds that never heals.
Death, you cold blooded murderer!

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