Folk story,
Moon of doom,
Soon bonds bloom,
Color of glory,
Storms roll on,
Sword of story.
Flood on down,
Toll of frowns.
Fond of wrong,
Whorl so long,
Roof of horror,
Fog swoops on,
Growls of doom.
Fools go on,
Ghosts of frost,
Howls of moss.
Folk story,
Moon of doom,
Soon bonds bloom,
Color of glory,
Storms roll on,
Sword of story.
Flood on down,
Toll of frowns.
Fond of wrong,
Whorl so long,
Roof of horror,
Fog swoops on,
Growls of doom.
Fools go on,
Ghosts of frost,
Howls of moss.
Moving mountains,
Falling fountains,
Whispers of time,
And whatever is mine.
Holding power,
A complex shower,
Drawn to the sky,
A magnet within a sigh.
The gleam I know all too well,
With words to say, stories to tell.
Wrapping around me,
Rooted in denial,
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