The Second Death of Baldr
His face cried strength,
A facade of cool indifference,
invulnerable.
From behind his gleaming countenance
he suffered in silence,
laid low by a careless blow.
Though many offered thoughts and prayers,
and many shed their tears,
a legion of followers would not save him.
And so passed Baldr,
Succeeded by the shell of his public persona.
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