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walpurgisnacht vedergälda weregeld #2


And with heft heave ruin upon the shifting mud, laid bare upon this world like guilt. Ash and cinder and wood and bone as if vomited from the dreaming void.

And as I gaze down upon you, I see you as you once were. Proud and strong. A lion among sheep. You slaughtered us all.

The incantations linger upon the tongue like melody. Filling the murk with eerie song. Each year just the same. Breathing new life into the empty husk with a hissing rush of wind. And the eyes open.

I see your eyes. Again. So full of life.

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