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Harken...those hollowing drums
Over cold vales so beat,
Exhorting a multitude of glistening 
Star-tipped spears,
As marching over shattered landscapes
In shinning replete:
Crunch Artumes eternal legions
Across the snow bound years.

Casting down from the mauve 
And cloudless heights
The pale witch broods upon her dark
runes;
Chilled breath steaming mutterings 
Of meddling spite,
Uttered under Luna risings
Of half waxen moons.

Repulsed from the presence 
Of the holy alters sacred glow,
That cuts like a torch
Across Yules Feast of Lights,
She incants of harsh Boreas
To relent his fierce blowes:
Raising high her crystal towers
To breach the walls of stilled night.

Tis now, away from cheery hearths
And the warm fires they keep,
That warring frost tightens 
Upon this hardened land;
Happily sated people 
Turn in contented sleep;
Motionless vapours are crushed
In the grip of an iron clad hand.

For as the siege heightens
In relentless might
Heavens wheeling sentinels 
Begin to slowly withdraw:
Retreating upon spiraling orbits
Fading from diminishing sight;
Ghostly armies embarking 
For far frozen shores.

Loosen now the silver longships, 
Afloat on tides of drawing moonlight,
For the Red Goddess slumbers 
In deep canyons to the west;
Artumes armies sailing 
Into grey dawns fleeting respite...

Awaken... Oh Glorious Aurora...
Scattering your foes - 
Before Sunrises conquest!!

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