| "Get thee gone, my boy, when darkness comes calling and promising you the moon. For no riches or pleasures will matter at all if your soul be their cost." |
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| "Get thee gone, my boy, when darkness comes calling and promising you the moon. For no riches or pleasures will matter at all if your soul be their cost." |
| Arwen's Lament "Where now are the grey ships and the pull of the white gull's call? Faded are the echoes of elven song and the stir of magic in the woods. They passed like shadows on the horizon like lost spirits into the misty night. " |
| Waiting on the Thunder Either from some deep instinct or just from the emotions that raced through him he lifted his head and roared with all his might. Yes my child now you understand what you are,now the reality of how others see you is taking shape. You are the master of all things and your passing will strike fear in their hearts. You can feel the brooding stillness that falls over the land as we pass. Like the fear that spreads before the storm when all creatures see the lightning and hide themselves away waiting on the thunder. |
| Fury's Wrath She had followed the scent of the murderer for a full cycle of the moon and now she would have her vengeance. All the rage and hurt she had felt looking upon the mangled remains of her children now surged through her veins. She breathed deeply the smell of her prey as the hatred stoked the fires within her. The thunder of her wings heralded her coming like great drums of war. Her scream split the heavens and made the mountains shake with fear. |
| Her Night to Dance There is a mist in the hollow and a blue moon in the sky as from somewhere in the darkness comes a lonesome whippoorwill's cry. If you stay quietly to the shadows you just might perchance see the white lady of weeping hollow on this her night to dance. |
