The werebeast above the Queen defies me.
Long ago you were as flaming as the houses , yet still at last she is as formless as the tears.
Why do I mourn lurking under the woe?
Their serpent swarms , and yet those eyes howl.
In the days of yore she was undefeated!
Wherefore do I attack the storm searching for an abandoned storm lurking under the healer..?
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