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There is a tale weaving In the inns of old lands And it speaks of men The dauntless of their clans Of times when suns And moons failed to shine And beasts that swallowed Stars that rose high There were seas, a deep blue With caverns, crystal clear And the songs of sirens Brought sailors to their lair The story tells of Wolves that roamed homes And giants, one-eyed Turning gladiators to loam Tombs that lay cracked Lonesome in the hills While raiders sold remnants Of kings and their frills A peak that touched The sky in its mirth And a pit that boiled With the rage of the earth By old illusions The fog was unwelcome Until the day a que

Lost In The Crags Deep in the grotto Hidden in shadow Alone she lies there, clad in gray. On her brow, a crown Her screams make no sound And the glass panes, they won't break away. She cries as she falls But do they care at all? You Highness, perhaps it's best this way? She watches from afar No guide in the stars And her dreams, she found their edges frayed. Not a daisy in sight No thrush is in flight The men toil hard to keep them at bay. The sky weeps most The devil and his ghost They tread the earth, the dry earth, in vain. The mountains turn away They shake in their shame And the clouds gather to mourn the slain. The blameless are

 Dear Annaliese Have you ever seen her face with a smile? Have you ever glimpsed the truth in those eyes? Do you ever think of what she goes through each day and night? Have you ever wondered why she made that vow? Have you ever imagined the secrets she hasn't spoken out loud? Did you ever see her drink her way through poison without sound? Have you ever heard the words of her prayer? As she bows her head with thoughts she will not share? Do you ever wonder while you stand outside her doorway why no one cares? Have you ever wondered if there were something more? Have you ever grasped the truth in her people's lore? Did you ever imagine