Fall forth in darkly hushing sounds of night
On wings of dragons threshing, howling winds,
A scream unearthly cries, unheard in fright
The cursing moan, of those who tread out late.
Far from affront is rage unchecked in spades,
So hinders this unknown in fire,
Yet feral dragons circle in flight
As hawks about to feed of every life.
Battle hammers rose in just defence
Fall forth in darkly hushing sounds of night
On wings of dragons threshing, howling winds
A scream unearthly cries.



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