That good feeling

It's sadened in the face of glory,

Capricious in the gauntlet of fear,

And a feathered man dangling from strands of hair.

 

Yellowed in a mouth of foul,

Copper lining the walls,

And red in my ears.

 

Gothemed in the berg,

Sinking to the floor,

A mountain of disbelief and despair.

 

Forgotten and afraid,

In what was left before the end,

A god of the people,

Left now bare.

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