A despotic and powerful force lives in the land of the unknown
high in the Rocky Mountains far, far away.
The townsfolk live deep in the valley below
Their legend says the great force was born of the sun and moon.
Some boldly say there is no need to be afraid.
The townsfolk whisper in the night of their terror, their grief and their tears.
Some call it the wind.
The townsfolk call it Mariah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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