The townsfolk say
They passed this way

Many swords, threats + fear

Our sons are gone
Our daughters we hid
Power to the Sword that Pursues!

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Pursuit.

I have spent my days in pursuit, aimless
long lost trail of seeking
scents forever past.

Old man of fading ways,
I drink now with the avenging Angel
Folly

This companion listless
+ distant with each swallow,
each half story

changing, transforming
to become the night spectre
Crow

Cawing & Mocking

my every step of Revenge,
my every portrait of Pursuit.

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