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• Artiste: Jack Hardy
• Titre: The Siege
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they are laying the siege the queen has ordered the walls rebuilt stock of provisions and stock of skills they're taking their leave friends abandoned in times of plenty poisoning the beautiful moat with envy and i had a dream of a lost little girl who danced in lace and lightning white pearls the dizzying circles that blurred my sight as we looked to the tower where she appeared each night the siege is in force the candle, the torch for the hungry men hovering like drones in the poisoned pen that intimate course sucking the power from her lessening health making her feel guilt for all of her wealth and i had a dream of a beautiful woman who gave all her strength in the birth of a son the fullness she shone it was reassuring her venomous anger restrained for once the siege it is over the walls are in the ruins of the harpers' tunes they all run coughing from the smoke filled rooms where are they, where the silver's been plundered and stripped to the bone the well's run dry, there is a cold hearthstone and i had a dream that i saw it all the old woman in darkness who screams ~n the hall what little she has now is what little she had then they all want it over though they know how it ends