The cat- o’- nine– tails flashing through the night
A distant memory, a crime, yet not mine
Are the Gods telling me of a time long ago?
Or one yet to come?
What crime holds my mind in thought?
I cannot change what has been done
Still, I fear it is yet to come.
Silver chains bind me
To something yet unseen
My back aches with memories long forgotten
Its root grown back in time, a cosmic hand
Some strange design, are they my thoughts
Or from another’s mind?
How many lives do I get, is it nine?
Some back in time
How many left, no one can tell
I fear strange magic is afoot…
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