Ethos of 10
Ethos of 10
They sat, bemused,
in their inocence;
wearing their guilt,
braided tight.
Sealed in a pointed star;
Waiting on the Wolf and Its teeth,
to severe the braids of gold.
Oh the crimson spurting;
wasted for free breath.
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