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rumbling sweeps of wind pass through his hair,
pushing against his cloth just hanging as underwear,
holding a spear with blood streaming down the pole,
some of it webbing off into the wind after it began to roll,
down below in the cold depths of sharp rocks and moss,
is the friend he stabbed in the back being his mortal loss,
to love his love as to return home to comfort her heart,
as soon he is the only one to be there after her soul taken apart,
he will say it was an accident or he fell to his death,
lies told under the voice of comfort with his breath,
planned to make this purpose happen as it was meant to be,
but her sight is gifted in the knowledge of death to forward see,
not being able to stop her love from dieing,
but seeing his friends deception and lieing,
she kneels down in front of the raging fire,
taking her own life as being with her love is her only desire.