^ Verses 36 - 42

Torment,

It emerges,

They leave: satisfaction

Returns to the beast of the swamp,

Happy.

 

 

Presence,

Hangs in the air,

Blood thicker than water,

The tongue laps up the flavour there,

And drinks.

 

 

Red wine,

Sipped eagerly,

Carelessly sliding down,

Filling the throat: full of body,

Perfect.

 

 

Squalid,

Water floods in,

Tasteless: dirt to spit out,

Marvel disappeared like magic,

Yet dark.

 

 

To tribe,

Joining others,

The leader paws onwards,

Traipsing along the trail past trees,

Well-known.

 

 

Distressed,

Rage in fury,

Against the corruption,

They beg for change; for their fresh start,

They cry.

 

 

Courage,

One challenger,

A mighty youth of such,

Stern faced against their warrior,

Their king.

The End

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