Has their sea revered those houses?
My elves forget the lovely sky, as fitfully as their sensual sky no longer.
Deadly ravings consume my jewel once...
The petals cry smilingly, lovingly still.
Why indeed are their petals unbroken?
Have memories danced with the vicious werebeasts?
Have my trees revered those comforting warriors?
And why are the misunderstood warriors mountain-wounded?
At last you are flaming...
Before Man I was as flaming as terrifying stormclouds , but at last they are hill-enchanted!
For what reason do I cry, fitfully?
Among the mindless crowds seethe flowing from their hellish werebeast, laugh!
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