It was after the Cross’ hosts
spattered their red judgement
restless over the once green plain
` Reaper knew no concealment
The moon mirrored glittering dusts
of flesh carved ivory,
muddy billows eased their passing
amid the crusade’s hoofs
Silent he stood, sole survivor
Crawling from Hares’ pits
drenched in the blood of sacrifice,
tears dried by her last
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