Monday, May 19, 2014

Felbray Trow & Felzig Hurl

Hard of heart, fierce of mind,
False of word to oath unbind,
Swift of wit, slow of tongue,
Deaf to songs of glories sung.

In wait behind a withered tree,
or stalking 'cross the stinking lea.
A trap to spring 'midst the cairns
to drown you in their sacred tairns

 Be you ware upon the wold--
be you not rash or over-bold--
For within the shadow come the beasts
a-waiting for a soggy feast.

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