Kins Gather Across Still
Sword salute sword to make
A click: blood flows across
A forest of many long battles –
Must war speak the words of my lioness?
The forest of many long battles:
For the forest must die for the tree!
She thought a lioness a maid –
But never be misled she was none
Nor could she be one indeed;
O! who could tell or even guess
Whether she was the kins
Who gather again and again?
She made her strife for nothing?
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