Flames dancing, reaching skyward
burning flesh and homes.
Friends, family, everyone i ever cared about;
dead.
Arrow, axe, sword, spear, not battle; massacure.
Dancing shadows, trying to hide.
First arrow; Death's Kiss.

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Silence...
Silence but for the mourning cries
lead by Wolf and Raven.
Three hundred of us.
Now ten.
Smoke, funeral-pyres, Eternal Night.

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The last fire to burn...
Garbed in what he wore at Rite, Ritual, Feastival.
As was i.
Not his pyre, not mine, ours.
I lay beside him, my head on his chest.
Our fingers intertwined, holding hands.

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The flames rise, as the rain falls,
kissing away my tears like he did.
It kissed my tears away,
but it has yet to kiss away my pain.

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Qi'bak so debayashi - still walking mortal coil.
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