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In these last days of summer

winds make haste as I stand on the shores

I greet the waves that bring me misery

with woeful tears of this most august agony

And the crystal sky in silence weeps

ere I fall in flight into the chambers deep,

for the season is come; snowfall upon distant shores

Winds make haste as I mourn the loss

In a million shades and in a million flames,

the forest celebrates the feast of final fates,

as the golden fields rejoice in these last days of Fall,

and the birds of the forest sing upon the oak tree tall

Soothsayer of my heart, Oracle of my mind

speak my visions, speak of the days to come!

Somewither I must fly

into the skies of crimson winter fall

Unto the infernal seas of Terminus itself

Onwards - my wanderlust has me!