Cusp of the Moon IV…

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When ravens

In battle-torment

For torn-flesh fight…

 Morvran, my horse

Firm-hoofed in stance

 Is indisposed to flight.

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 Splendid my saddle

  And bright never sore

Polished my ring,

  Blameless, pure.

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 When ravens

Over battle-field

Scream for strife…

Dormath my hound

Noses the green floor

His red gaze to ground.

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Escort am I

For the grave

East to West

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North to South

Alive am I,

Safe in death…

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