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Thirteen Sons. (Written By Stuart Logan.)
In the victored mountains high,
Among the wild ashen oaks.
Three demon men plan evil deeds,
Under twilight cloaks.
The looming ocean crashes swift,
As the mist doth reach the storm.
The thunder hammers endlessly,
Far beyond an ungodly norm.
But a caring, wise old man, so free,
Meditates abyysal pyre.
Doth occur, he hears the plan,
That sets his rage to fire.
So the man does draw an arrow,
And aim it clear and true.
To embed thyself in a demon's eye,
Death reaches the other two.
Cut-short screams echo thy sea,
As the ...