Spine
Ice Walk
Suspended like petrified branches Dusty stone blistered in stale air Creeps like dawn...a winter storm They electrocuted him here...he was alone Clawed his name â a stone testament Bleeding fingers grip this rusted tomb Resounding from the cries, air stifles then stills Silent now and savouring a righteous kill Criminal how they gathered at the fringe Singled out him, stamping feet Clenching teeth shaking fists in the wind Ice air returning to the river Ebbs and flows... In blood, exile Ice air returns Back to the river Course already run Blood ebbs and flows Melting this ice And damning their souls This blood's on your hands In blood, exile.
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