Theirs
May darkness reign them cold and black
and their ways be made their own attack.
Cold winds rip them turn and turn
and harsh winds fires burn and burn.
Their bones of kin ache and break
troubles double their forsake.
Copyright © Thomas Hopkins | Year Posted 2008
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