sad the sky, water falls

soft crystals on your face

angry thunder whispers

standing in this place

lives here no harbour

we feed the silver squall

thrashing to and fro

flee this crumbling hall

clans of the fallen

lives of long ago

you belong in sunlight

leave these things below



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