Fandrial’s Ode to the Gray Lady
The pompous gas bag flees in terror of the night, respite granted from its angry rays Its last faint echoes fall behind the far horizon with a defeated whimper Sparks of light wink on like distant eyes, set as the watchers of those forsaken Paled only by the fat gibbous moon taking her rightful place […]
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