everything weep and sore,
a small candle shine and burn,
until nothing can be concern,
towards the ashes towards the wind,
nothing can be seen,
a soul that acts as a fool,
for nothing but the sake of his ambiance,
the stormbringer is the only tool,
from treasure to be forsaken,
forlorn in the quiescent shadow,
slumber on a frozen substratum...
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