The One of the ThreeThe meadows lie in peaceful sleepThe One of the Three by kiwi-damnation
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As willows watch and softly weep,
The birds asleep in nests don't cheep
As dawn approaches; slowly creeps.
The land is ancient; tales oft told,
Of glory-hounds - the ever bold,
But in the end, their bones lie cold,
Young men who never aged - grew old.
The rivalries, the jealous wars,
Which promised all that we deplore,
Just because they all adored,
The riches at another's door.
Robbed of solace, hearth and peace,
The haunted now seek swift release,
Their apathy - a dark disease,
Friends and homeland all deceased.
In days the age of magic left,
As greed and anger's sudden theft
Brought forth a time of life bereft,
The years of hope: a gaping cleft.
One day with her, the light will claim,
This world of darkness, fear and shame,
And make it not what it became,
Cleansed in water, earth and flame.
For she with locks of dark and fair,
Empowers all to be aware,
Though she can rip and she can tear,
And leave you broken, barren - bare.
But only she of bloodline