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Herebeorg 

With nights, so cold, 

they froze, my very soul.

And a sky, so clear....

I could almost see, god.

The vast emptiness.

Seemed to stretch, forever.

And I wondered, who, could live here. 

Howling winds.... tore, and pushed... and, cut through you, like a knife.

We were, alone...

We were, the emissaries.

Of, St Michael. 

We were, the harbringers.... of death.

We'd come for. 

A war ......

Down South

To the end, ....... of the world ?

Giajl © Jim Love