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The tale of Death begins, as one might guess,
with visions of unspeakable distaste.
But what for us do these vile scenes address?
It’s word of E-Ho we require in haste.

But
wait, the answer’s there, at least the start,
the error’s
found that then we couldn’t see.
The role
of the abducted switched in part –
a sad
mistake in his identity.

That
one so good endures a fate unearned,
from
Death could not a sadder tale bequeath.
So now
does innocence become returned?
And how
does E-Ho leave this world beneath?

It’s
said that one cannot go home again
and in
the Underworld this too is true.
But rules
are willows in a windy glen
and bend
as sure as supple branches do.
But while
the branches bend, they do not break
and what
can seem as day can still be night.

But hope
is there for those of us to take
(or fear)
should opportunity invite.

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