Feint


He screams as the wind,
Laps at his bloodied skin.
Whilst crooning sweet
Musings of hope to him.

Eurus cradles his face
To bury a fury of faith
From this path he
Intreated with his pace.

Ground collapsing,

Unsheathed, scalding sun
Digs, harboring an undone
Road beneath his feet.
Then forth, the god's won.

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