their runes spake mysteries
whose winds were quiet
they drew breaths wistfully
meant nothing by it
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from the rock they pulled
a sword and gushed blood
breaths became bold
and fled to the wood
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their run forsaked history
on slithering trails
they came out blistering
heels all wrapped in tails
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four stones they polled
a bag of German stones
the cancer atolled
slept herself all alone