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child

can you hear my call

a champion

Among

the condemned to die

reclaim your throne

Moons

wax and wane

as you rest beneath ice

myriads led to death

in your absence

altars reek/blood screams for your

they pass judgement as they await theirs

purified in spit

her unity to the post is divine

tangled in fire

she stares ahead as it consumes her frame

is this what they sang to the falling of axes?

to the execution of orders?

the prayers carry with the wind as do her ashes

and the naught is sung again