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Thursday, June 22, 2006

The Old Ways

''Who is the one with many eyes'' he asked
''That is Journo the sad one, do not stare too closely''
''and him whose skin is like a dark portal and mutters a language I know not of''
''Ah he is of the older ones and is as a mountain in height, he speaks the tongues of dead gods and is called Antero Vipunen''

''Who is that one covered in open sores with a broken harp clutched to her bosom''
''She is Kipputytto the daughter of pain''
''And the one who looks like the sky at night with no face to be seen''
''He is Kalma, death come for you.''
''Ah it all makes sense''
Tom Gibo
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