Yellow lights winked in the square
Snatches of song drifted from an open door
The outlaw pulled his cloak closer
As snow settled in his hair.
He considered his return home
The sheer cliff stripped bare by
Winter gales
Where he spent his years in outlawry
Alone.
And there in icy solitude
When his heart eventually failed
Like a king, cast down through a family feud
He would follow the narrow, treacherous trail
Bold as a knight bearing the Holy Grail
Or a maiden walking to her doom
He would enter the familiar, shell lined cave
And prepare it to serve as a tomb.
Snatches of song drifted from an open door
The outlaw pulled his cloak closer
As snow settled in his hair.
He considered his return home
The sheer cliff stripped bare by
Winter gales
Where he spent his years in outlawry
Alone.
And there in icy solitude
When his heart eventually failed
Like a king, cast down through a family feud
He would follow the narrow, treacherous trail
Bold as a knight bearing the Holy Grail
Or a maiden walking to her doom
He would enter the familiar, shell lined cave
And prepare it to serve as a tomb.
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