A deadly curse began to flit upon the clans,
and the clansmen with such a swift wrath.
It came from beyond the dales and the thorps,
making the striplings grow hoary and old.
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Time dwined since the Kraken frightened,
the shoal of knorrs of wayfarers in the sea.
The stillness of the waters was to be wrested,
by the winds that aroused the ships that rove.
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There upon the welkin is a hovering cloud.
It is a towering image of a celestial guardian.
Aureate is his halo as he gathers on a hallow mound.
He joins the lovesome choir of voices so stentorian.
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She was born there among the shine of the sun,
upon a memorable and lively blossoming spring.
Like a madder red rose in the meadow to flourish,
and be nurtured like the sparrows that thus sing.
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A blustery winter had suddenly fallen,
upon the lands within the dales.
The waters froze and the frost was ice,
which thickened the harden fjords.
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Within the ridges dwells a hallow sanctuary.
In the moors is a silhouette of a lingering soul.
He is a waif who drudged upon his misery.
He went forth among his painstaking dole.
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A strong gale blows the lineaments of my cold face.
A flurry of snowflakes falls onto the ground.
A sign that winter has come upon this quaint place.
And from aloof one can hear a familiar sound.
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Sinuate leaves are all around,
and blossoming flowers found.
Moisten soil from the ground,
dewdrops come falling down.
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Thus the soul and spirit are said to be one,
but yet amid our sullenness we find such lull.
There within the dark corners of our platitude,
shall we be joyous and merry to awry our soul?
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A deluge of rain thumps the ground of the earth,
as dewdrops drip from the old rusty shingles.
A twilit of clouds shade the sun as it encompasses,
the mackerel skies and the birds in ripples.
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