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Broken
Kirielle
They say you are not dead.
Here's the thing--you are frozen,
Your limbs feel like lead--
This is not the first time you have broken.
As you stare at the val'kyr
Your sight splits into a strange double vision.
Stray but a step, and you will veer
Into old pain, old missions.
The chill of Northrend sings
In your veins. Leg throbbing, remember
How badly a half-healed wound stings.
Remember fighting through the terror
Just to fall, bloody and broken.
You were denied death then--
Unhallowed ground and prayers spoken--
Fate hanging from the crowns of dead men.
Remember floating--body pale
On a darkened terrace, no, a darkened shore,
The frost behind riming the fel-green, stale
Rock that burns with the heat of hatred's forge.
Your leg can bear your weight
As you stand now living in the dead's high hall.
It seems, then, it is your fate
To persevere beyond the end of living's call.
Even though you feel the beating of your heart
You are trapped still inside your head.
They may lie to set you above, apart--
You know you are already dead.