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Glorious oaks of the now, reach out,

Shape the fields with thy majestic shades,

Deny all witch lingers below... the sun,

Be the unknown reason why all beauty fades.

Giatns, know the price for thy dominance,

Within the winds, who never seize to return,

Who shall bring doom to the rootles.

Proove to be...sober reality,

And shall the final blow take you down,

Stretch thy wings,

And bury as much as you can...

Day by day thou perceiveth thy

Declension of spirit

And yet no sigh of the end is nigh

Neither abhor nor fear it.

Life in a worthless world bears fruits

Declension of spirit

Fragile stands an oak devoid of roots,

Whilst grass bends careless in the wind.

When a beacon, last of its kind on the moonless shore,

fails to guide the ships home from the raging sea.

A beacon fades, and thundering cliffs ever nearer draw,

Too close to the edge may an anchorless life float, approach the blades.