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Clogged Reason

I never meant to harm you, but

Sorrow clogged my judgment.

Thinking your glutinous heart,

Halted the babes cry, my sword

Took over my body and plunged

Deep into your dutiful heart.

A moment too late, a cry echoed.

The babe turned over the crib

Alongside the murderous wolf.

The blood on your mouth, pared

With the dead wolf: my heir still

Breathing. 

If you want to know the story behind this poem, look this up: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gelert