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piosenniel · 07-05-2002, 05:41 PM

She buried him before the prime
Down a down, hey down, hey down,
She was dead herself ere e'en-song time,
With a down.
God send every gentleman,
Such hawks, such hounds, and such a leman.
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down

The road had gone eerily still when the last note of the song faded. An air of chilled expectancy swept through the travellers like a cutting wind.

Her hand tightened on the knife at her waist.

[ July 07, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

07-05-2002, 05:41 PM	#162
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	She buried him before the prime Down a down, hey down, hey down, She was dead herself ere e'en-song time, With a down. God send every gentleman, Such hawks, such hounds, and such a leman. With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down The road had gone eerily still when the last note of the song faded. An air of chilled expectancy swept through the travellers like a cutting wind. Her hand tightened on the knife at her waist. [ July 07, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.