Fearless fury battered and torn
Hoist thy head to the turbulent
Dowager of wandering empires knocking at death's door
Putrid winds carried
Fire upon the blade, sabers drawn
Legions daringly soar over moors
Well-turned
Stank lagoons with grasping claws a serpent have released
From dungeons
No cypress shades the grave
But gentle violets weep with dew
Weave
Barren hills of darkened earth
Recollections young and old
Butchered, scattered
From lands of the mountainous tundra
And the spirited elvinwood
Where the
Swelling pyres sway restlesslyFrom bleak to pale adorn the wealdIts
A gentle rustling assentsto gusts of fury south and westForetelling
Gleaming droplets douse the meadbringing with its breeze the scentOf
The ticking hour of Father Time releases memories locked in
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