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Old Gods Of Asgard - The Poet And The Muse
The poet came down to the lake to call out to his dear When there was no answer he was overcome with fear He searched in vain for his treasure lost and too soon the night would fall Only his own echo would wail back at his call And when he swore to bring back his love by stories he’d create Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake