He tended to the lambs and foals, cossetted them and romped with them.
When he bid them wake with the rising sun, they woke, when he bid them sleep with simple lullabies, they slept.
The Mothers' Club said they listened to him because he was as one of them - because he was Lambhearted.
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The violence, terrible, premeditated, echoing;
the blood that pooled gleamed darkly, grim -
the silver sheen held strange, certain charm:
the vow of oncoming dawn.
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