Sanguine

Sanguine one
you sing a dirge ,
gave way
to urge ,
you wipe the blood
from blade ,
& pale blue brow ,
from mop wet
bloodied head ,
And all around
the people howl
like animals .
Howl ye Howl ye now :
The king is dead .
His purple raiment
all stained
& soaked with red .

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