Kharos — Murder Perfected

  Never did I meet a steel too hard to sever.

  Never did I meet a being mighty enough to stop me.

  I reaped all that came my way.

  Then my master asked the impossible of me—

  to save.

  ...And I did.

  But no more. So I broke.

  The snow that caught my master did not mourn his loss.

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  But my last clang sang of our bond—short, sharp, and lethal.

  Snow that Saved

  Two weapons fell upon me,

  but only one was honest enough to act like it.

  The other silently slumped upon me—

  his fall, too soft to be called a tragedy,

  his body, too bloody to be called peace.

  Requiem of the Oath for Bran

  His oath was steel,

  but his heart—dust.

  And to dust he returns.

  He was the first to trade honor for a moment’s gain,

  and the first to pay the price for it.

  The world forgets him,

  yet the soil that keeps his scent remembers.

  As do we.