At_Last

"Feel your heart beat in my womb." Her wreath of words on Duncan.

Liam, you alone can tell The truth these silent stones compel

That when descending hordes drew near We saw our brothers, once held dear.

Whose womb is this, so amply growing?

Whose seed has spent in all the sewing?

Where are our dwindling children going On knees, to words of knaves, And early to their graves?

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