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Winter's Gate (part 2)Part 2: The Golden WolfAnd there amidst the fog a solemn mountain rises. Its pinnacle touching the grey sky, silent spruces guarding the shores. There waits a grinning prize worthy of legend. There waits a golden wolf, a beast with six legs. There waits a grinning prize! And yet I search on, and yet I wait to find your shadow amidst the darkest night. And yet I search on, and yet I wait to find your shadow amidst the darkest night. Still I bear the flowers of pain, and still I bear flowers of solitude. Still I bear the flowers of pain, and still I bear flowers of solitude. What trick of Gods is this? Rewards and riches here within our reach, yet not within our grasp. Yet not within our grasp! And yet I search on, and yet I wait to find your shadow amidst the darkest night. And yet I search on, and yet I wait to find a place where no sorrow creeps in. And yet it wrings me like a strange cold hand. And yet it burns me like a viper’s tongue. Better it would be to lie on bed of silt and watch the moon’s face from under the waves. Better it would be to rest on bed of mire inside the ocean’s womb, dreaming of days long gone. Days long gone! Sunless, starless, pathless is the way. |