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a cold wind blows up above

darker clouds drift closer to him

final breaths taken by the master of the hearth

cold nights follow his death

where will i find a new home?

where can i go once the fire begins to cease?

how can i survive off of the next harvest's seed?

five moons pass before i decide to take a hunt

i walk about the wood with my father's gun

i saw another moon rise before my very eyes

my father never loved me he left me here to die

i search the wood further to find another sign

someone that could save me from the cold

i find the end of my journey at an open field

the moon and stars look back at me indeed in shame