And then he lifted me off the ground,
in his strong arms I lay,
naked, cold ,scarlet from wounds,
my skin raw.
Swiftly, he moves my hair from my moist face,
Revealing the fear in my eyes,
Softly, he touches my lips and says
‘do not waste a breath’
The rogue is on the floor, bleeding from within,
His lifeless eyes open, cold and astonished,
We walk over him, to other side, where the sun is bright
And the air is warm.
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