That in twisted bitter wrath…
My heart would turn against me,
Scorn the frail appearance of the past.
So it came to be, dark son of Umarth.
What tempted me to this desire
Of unholy trust and faith?
But you spurned the ashes of my heart.
Did your gray eyes deceive you, Mormegil?
Did they even flicker
When Gwindor Once-Loved in his own ache
Told you all of mine?
To the bitter end I loved you
Carried bound I loved you,
Speared by steel and gasping-
I loved you, son of Man.
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