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Erebus voices

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The Mountain
 
I am here beside my brother, Terror.
I am the place of human error.
 
I am beauty and cloud, and I am sorrow;
I am tears which you will weep tomorrow.
 
I am the sky and the exhausting gale.
I am the place of ice. I am the debris trail.
 
And I am still a hand, a fingertip, a ring.
I am what there is no forgetting.
 
I am the one with truly broken heart.
I watched them fall, and freeze, and break apart.
 
 
The Dead
 
We fell.
 
Yet we were loved and we are lifted.
 
We froze.
 
Yet we were loved and we are warm.
 
We broke apart.
 
Yet we are here and we are whole.

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