Fagyhamu - Fogbutcher


He was born
 As a lonely beast roamming without herd
 Alone with his feelings
 Dawn moments mirrored the fog
 Opaque
 As a throny bush in the deep of a forest
 In the soil
 Inside his thoughts worms mauld him
 He was wandering in labyrinths of caves by day
 In enourmous wilderness by night.
 Patience
 Which is pain was a weapon for him
 As he was bron to be a butcher
 And laughing together with death
 At the memories of a sick race
 He was never be seen
 For blind are the ones created by god
 He is known
 To walk among them and judge for the first time
 Kills the one who's chosen
 by his only mate.
 Death

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