A bedtime story
Once upon a time,
It was very cold.
For the sun
has faded away and
darkness reigned.
Between the hills,
Its lake froze,
Some helpless shire.
Tired,
When warrior ghosts
came haunting.
Who-wooing
in the plains.
The spell lasted
nine trying years,
Before he was born
and that wishful night.
When in The gloom,
It glimpsed with her tears,
His wistful mother.
One tiny sacred fire.
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