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Don't have the energy for proper poetry, but equally no energy for proper difficulty. Should be an easy one.
In dark night
In strange land
We must press
On our quest.
By your house
We stand tall,
As if guards
If not guests.
The morn comes,
Our quest calls.
We must away
Ere break of day.
We're not what
They first thought.
A garb shall
Be our mark.
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You passed from under darkened dome, you enter now the secret land. - Take me to Finrod's fabled home!... ~ Finrod: The Rock Opera
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