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Post by bran_sinnach on Nov 25, 2006 0:44:09 GMT -5
Scald Crow Grey morning, dawn won the fight, Daylight drives away the night, Fog's rising out in the fields, The birth of a new year is in sight.
Dark shadow's fall from the sky, They alight on gallows tree, Black feathers, amber beaks, Waiting for their Deity.
Leaves are spinning 'round, Lost and never found, When the the Samhain Queen returns. Can you feel, The autumn wind blowing?
She is coming to stay, Can you hear, The passing bell tolling, Scald Crow- takes you far away.
Sharp talons, pinions of ice, They obscure the new-born day, Hot breathing rustles the silence, Piercing caws lead you home again, Leaves are spinning 'round...
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Post by wren on Nov 25, 2006 9:36:43 GMT -5
Another wonderful one, bran!
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