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A mother mourns the
loss of her son.
The most wonderful man in the world;
light and shining, fair and beautiful
as no other man. Light blond hair,
wonderful skyblue eyes and a
skin so fair it shines! Tall
and handsome, strong and brave,
perfect in all his being. Now he is dead!
Silent. Alone. Watching the
lands and others from a window
up high in the clouds. Cold of sorrow,
exhausted by grief; the very little
remaining life is fading away.
Too tired to move, too mournful
to think of anything else
then her dead son. The others are
preparing the defense of the town,
and her husband has left to find
the avenger for the killing.
Nobody thinks of her, nobody has
any time for her. She is left alone,
to mourn the death of her son.