warrior kills warrior son
riderless horse on calm field
riderless horse on keen howler
I have no son I am no father
days of this hour
birth and thirteen astrologies
back to the candle lamp princess
her love for the spear and his rider
brass mare
inventor!
born, not concealed but made female and wanting
man to man he joined a foreign thousand
first under flag
one body is a battle deep
youth in the river
Raven a hunter
Eagle old bones
That is not
Caesar killed for Caesar's ring
imposter!
blood daughter weak hidden in arms
palms painted with jetta eyes
rouged with a sword for a dress
a love of blue dresses
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