in past wars my cloak tattered, behind ghost's reins

upon the totem blood spattered, from screaming veins

by the bloodsmoke we scattered, tween windmill vanes

in the wake of what mattered........ a wound remains

lie a chokechained cur battered, thirstslaking pains

through your lie my heart shattered, forsaken chains

yet by truth my hearth shattered, i break the chains

may death-rattle rasp battered, world-breaking pains

in the break of what mattered....... a wound remains

by cold autumn winds scattered, tween windmill vanes

may world's blood be spattered, from screaming veins

... let injustice be tattered. i take the reins. ...

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 17th of Slyphian, in the year 18 AC.