(Sagas from the antediluvian Scrolls)
Black winds whispering `cross the fens,
In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined
Enraptured by the moon`s sweet spells,
`gainst the skies of (Bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched.
The Topaz Throne of Kings is crack`d, eon`veiled, enrob`d in black,
Ensorcelled blade glimmers sunset`s fire, saga-spinner, take up thy lyre.
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