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On reflection, the only place I've ever seen the word Warfetter turn up was in Diane Duane's book, The Door Into Fire. I'm reasonably sure that in this case, I crossed up Warfetter with something else here. Just... not sure what.

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Warfetter
November 24, 1991

so this is the start of the long night -

get up upon your broken horse
you hear the cry
carry on, carry on
it's a dead end street, no bend in sight
your horse is dead and his dead feet echo across the endless glass
drawing molten sparks from the silicon ground
he's had no water -
none to be had
and the flies gather like clouds of soot
drawn to rotting meat

terminal

images of a broken mind
impossible - even the flies perished in that final fire

look at you, you broken soldier
impaled on your bayonet -
this is the end to the wayfarer's slaughter
as the lord of flies draws his in
nothing is left but charred bone
melting into the glass

terminal

in end no sucrease
violent - stories of that final fire

the sky is bloody red he cried, as they cut him to the fractured bone
the tanks arise and the wayfarer follows
come to drag them home
know the name was pestilence as his diseases helped to spread the carnage
he pulled stones apart - biddings from master
pulled atom from atom in tanks evaporating on the steel breeze
and he claimed then the disease was over
made a rainbow to taunt the clear ground

I knew there was a city here
a place of houses, cars and tar covered streets
the disease prospered in this place
before the wayfarer called his masses to him
leaving waves of hunger smoldering in the hollowed ground

I saw the end of livingkind
on a sphere of rippled glass
shattered by forces of its own making

terminal
the wayfarer has won
no question left

in the interim between then and now
we find in the darkness a child
crying, screaming out to the shadows of the night
someone has taken his pretty bauble
his mother, his father, his world, gone
this child lives in a cave of darkness
out in the underground
there are no trains left running -
he treads on the tracks to end his life
this sole survivor -
but no power casts him away
will aside he'll end soon
his world exploded like an apple
dropped into a hungry sun

it has been said that this is the long night
judgement has been passed
and to those who survived that stab from the darkness
there is no hope
they speak only of what should have been
and what will surely come
but the sky is black - no stars
death my friend, they cry
take your broken horse and carry me far from here
I can take this long night no longer

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from Scattered Resistance v3 - Setting In, released October 16, 2012

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