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Good evening

Sit down by the fire, I'll tell you a spell
An ancient, old tale of travels through hell
Every past winter told in one storm
The spring just a promise, still searching its form

We'll learn far too little and leave still unwise
Just jesters in tears when the stone walls arise
We're lost in the dark, which we know like a friend
A lonely road to the inevitable end

This is a story of how we may fight
One soul's last stand in the name of the night
This is a story since ever unheard...
Brief glimpses of life and the death of a bird

Look to the marshes. Can you hear that faint sound?
Owl lies dying, flat on the ground
The morning still lingers, the whole world lies pale
And the stars watch in silence, they gave their last hail

Owl tries to stand but her strength is long gone
As the true queen of dusk meets her first dawn
With wings without strength and eyes almost blind
Deep cuts to remind her of the world left behind