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To black without light
Comes crescent bright.
It brings the shadow of a friend
And shade of fear from distant land.
Wake up from carefree reverie
To grim and false reality!
Inside the wood, by its long boughs
Don't listen to the ghastly sounds.
The quiet broken by a splash,
A stream that gives way to a pool.
Yet evil is this water cool -
It does not matter. Naught shall pass.
The wood is dead. It ceased to grow.
Its waters can no longer flow.
Just one is happy and serene,
Alone amid a frightful scene.
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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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