Cost of Escape

Gold clinks over the woodgrain,
As I remember the bitter drink.
But we must sell what we know,
To go before courage shrinks.

I never thought it would come to this
Cries in the night

I never thought it would come to this
Screams for help

I never thought it would come to this
Shouts for doctor

I never thought it would come to this
Gasps of blood

How did it come to this?

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With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem.  This is the poem related to Chapter 3.