Whispered On a Breeze
Whispered on the ashen breeze, in tongues not understood
Came the call of broken words, the scent of burning wood
Flames danced in unison, in step like a haunting ballet
As broken limbs fell on the ground, weeping where they lay
Once full of hopes and dreams of summer, bright and green
The trees call a sad siren song, a deepened mournful scream
And leaves hum a desperate tune of despair, and disappear
Lost in a sea of flames and destruction of that we hold most dear
The great world tree has fallen, and the forest is dying all around
All that can be heard in the chill night air is Yggdrassil's simple sound
The words it spoke, never more than a fool, forever more another's tool
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