Heathens Barrow

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She told me to stray
Far from Heathens Barrow,
For no good came to those
Who lay in their courtyard
With white faces up in the seamless night

I should have listened to her,
For when I layed at Heathens Barrow,
He found me sightless under the starry moons

I was led to a room
With stone walls and no
Idea for a plan back

He never let me leave,
So I remain stranded upon the spot,
A buried sun too closed off
For both grave and bird






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