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Chapter 13

Her Majesty, Death
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My heart began to play the day,
I prayed to Rarywey.

The moon she flew away,
A wicked premonition.
The telling or the selling of it,
Rather felt like demolition.

For how can one begin a life,
Of deadly superstition?
When every something beautiful,
Should dain to feign derision?

My heart returned to slay the day,
I prayed to Rarywey.

With oracle eyes she could see my demise,
Yet countless incursions be braved.
The gainful pangs of pain we sang,
And idly watched them fade.

There is wisdom in the Wood,
Now growing in the Bone.
The crone that turns to stone,
When earth and air have flown.

My heart returned to clay the day,
I prayed to Rarywey.

The final rites oh Wood-and-Bone,
Ive come to take my journey home.
Ancient moon for one last kiss,
One last swoon and a bliss-full abyss.

Deaths majesty,
My doom.
Ye tragedy,
So soon.

*all poems are left in the sunken canoe, their ink to fade with time*