In northern realms
grim woman keens
and cries lamenting
twilight souls through
whose lips murmurings
of last hopes
and lost loves
passed in a whispering
sigh how dreadful
to round the muddy
pathway's bend
and find her
kneeling over the run
--dark and cold as
the North Sea--
draped in mist hands
raw and flaming red
scrubbing blood
from the clothes
of your dead
even as they grow cold
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
(via Wikimedia Commons)
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