Lichen Poem: The Night Is Red

The Sword has been drawn

The horses are dead

Defeated By Dawn

Many Noblemen sleep without heads

The Rivers once Blue

Seem to be no more

Her Words–once True

Lead to this Gore

The Queen Retaliated

She got her earned dues

Leaving Sacred Things decimated

Letting men take what they choose

Children are left orphans, and Lice

Everything is Dread

Bread baked quickly with dead Mice

The Night is Red

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