| Aurora birth, repulsive, horrid, bloody,
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| Cradle of moss, moist with rain and red.
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| Fog would leave his newborn, naked body,
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| Blood would lead the wolves right to his bed.
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| Formed into a man by mist, by shadows,
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| Castigated by the darkest night.
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| Hungry wild cats, nightowls, vicious crows,
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| All are teachers, bravery and fright.
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| Raised to be the master of the wild,
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| Raised to be the Lord and the Collector.
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| The frightened, shrieking, godforsaken child
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| Became a meld of terror and protector.
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| Gaze into his evil, darkened life,
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| Watch the cruelty, behold his eyes!
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| In his judgment; |
| scandals, filth and strife,
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| In his story; |
| truth and scabrous lies.
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| Light will run for silent, gloomy darkness.
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| In the cold of moonlight all is pale.
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| Man will turn to dust in final chapters.
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| Night will close the horrifying tale. |