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The days liberated of length

Unsettled by the curse of snow

And a sadistic trenchant cold

With this night: two to die

suffocate of one’s own smoldering body

For fear did rage within his brother

and out into the cold he fled

that is: one to ash, one to ice, dead

My spectral reprisal now foretold

the haunt of travelers and the death of some

cerulean eyes cut through the smoke and flame

never forgotten, always maligned

I am the Figure of Fire and the Dog of Black

On the Ridgeway

To appear out of air in many forms I linger

With malicious intent

I am the Figure of Fire and the Dog of Black

Shapeshifted, consecrated

In the consciousness of many

I’m there as one, out of two

Whip in hand, aflame complete

Barking the horrors of a withered frozen body

seeking revenge eternally