Russian Snow, Love and Words
Sunday, 17 May 2015
Hellelil and Hildebrand
On the twelfth step of the turret stair
Hellelil stood in the shadow
of Hildebrand’s high frame;
his carved sword,
glinted from the thin shaft of the autumn orb
and yearned for forbidden blood
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