The Spell be broken

by Nov 20, 2003Poetry

Cold be hand and heart and bone
I feel so helpless and alone
And cold be sleep under stone
A flick of courage in my heart shone
Never more to wake on stony bed,
I need to fight to look ahead
Never, till the sun fails and the moon is dead.
I have the chance to pass the dead
In the black wind the stars shall die,
Can I these wights defy?
And still on gold here let them lie,
I must resist I have to try
Till the dark lord lifts his hand
To stand up straight, to stop the hand
Over dead sea and withered land[/i[
To be the one, to make a stand.

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