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Winter's Gate (part 3)Part 3: At the Gates of WinterStill I bear the flowers of pain. Still I bear the flowers, the flowers of solitude. And on the mountain’s side grim-looking gate lies. Staring towards the north, waiting in solitude. Barring the way inside the giant doors of stone. Not built for mortal men, not made for us to pass. Vile trick of ornery Gods? Rewards and riches right here within our reach, not within our grasp! I walk with my head down, wind blows right through my waning heart. Weightless like a bird in my arms she looks into the bottom of my soul. Grave tidings from the northside, grave is the tone of this night. Weightsome the dark around us, the weight of time upon us. No one will sing tonight, no one will leave the pyre. Dreaming of golden wolf, dreading the winter’s might. Vile trick of ornery Gods? Rewards and riches right here within our reach, not within our grasp. Not within our grasp! |