Bone-creak and moan, our fathers’ solemn song plays on
Groan of timber and broken brawn born of giants long-since gone.
They cry as one, a mournful chant, as a lone wind through mountain coils.
excerpted from "At the Edge" - 'The End of Tales'
okay, well you know that i'm into water and all that, but this is beyond beautiful. great colors, depth, movement., mystery. YAY!
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