Shallow,
Hallow,
Bold and blight,
Storms rage beyond the wall.
Small shadows creep within my sight,
Confined within the hall.
Dancing fire of morning light,
Dark of evening’s fall.
Graze the edge of my sight,
With the passing of us all.
Soon shall I pass, soon shall I sleep,
Soon shall the mourners craw and weep,
Soon shall the end of wailing come,
Death’s spell is spun for night and none..
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