Lex Talionis by Nothgard
Deep beneath the forest
An old shrew is in slumber
Holding the twines of life in
Her shivering oppressed hands
Branded by the elapsed eras
Sallow and gasping sitting
In a cave in which
The final breath is slowly hushed
An old saying tells us
Treat as you want to be treated
Seems to be forgotten
And replaced by scorn
Like a sword stroke
Deep in her heart
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