|Gingerly sweet the whisper seeps
Through the forest so deep
Beyond the king of three winters go
A freshly fallen virgin snow
Deep in the abyss kindles a spark
Can you hear the silenced lark?
Soft and tender my journey's step
To the old woman who has wept
The perilous forest is unforgiving
Especially to those among the living
Weeping still she rests near the stream
Echoes not her grieving scream
Curious eyes watch in sorrow
for none know what comes the morrow
Upon bended knee in the moon's glow
A solitary tear to the stream below
She cradles the warrior like a child
Deep within this forest so wild
Tarnished armour blades of rust
So fragile this tender trust
Linger long her mournful sobs
For a life the gods have robbed
Brave warrior of old all agree
But fate comes to even thee.
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