If erst my love doth flowIf erst my love doth freely flow for theeAnd frosty daggers hang from every leafWith wint'ry breath shall robin cease to beAnd cupid's eye shall bear a tear in griefMy heart I pray it does not turn to stoneFrom fondness nor the turn of seasons longNo lovers else I brook upon thy throneThough lone in dark I still do yearn for songAgainst the cursed sea I rail in vainA thousand ships I'd sink to reach thee thereThe skies could thrash and crack each mast in twainAnd hand in hand we'd dwell in hearth-warm lairSpite fears of love that idly turns to frostWith fire and oar we'll be no lovers lost
Killing me with kindnessKilling me with kindnessWith a roll of the diceThe glide of your tongueThe sting of your ice
Whitefall Mountain 365-17Whitefall Mountain. Halfway between the Fallowdale reaches and Glenyard, just North of what used to be a a small mining town, called Myrstone.The mountain, Diamond Peak, as they used to call it back then, provided for Myrstone well enough, that is, until the mountain decided to provide an avalanche, courtesy of the unusually high snowfall that year. There were only a handfull of survivors. That would have been about six years or so ago, now. The name got changed soon after. I doubt it cares.The geography of the place means that the wind blows in all directions, and hard, including crotchwise. The snow gets everywhere. It's awe inspiringly beautiful, and even more so when it diamond dusts, and spectacular when the winds create little willy-willies, swirling it around into silvery, undulating columns. On good days, you can get ten or so of the things dancing around each other, like some alien ballet.Another spectacular sight, if nightmarishly harrowing, aurally, are the hut sized chun
365-15There was a dragon named dragon-heart620And terror and panic and dArama grew through the landDespite our rolling eyesWe tried our best to slay the beast but it was it was in vainNo matter how much we cried and shouted outIt would not go awayThere was no other one brave enough with strength to slay the beastSo Fella the brave and powerfulStepped forward and slew the beast
Attack of the LlamasAttack of the llamasAttack of the llamasAttack of the llamasHere they come now!They come in pajamasEngaging in dAramasUpsetting some farmersE I E I O!They come to spill bloodWhile chewing some cudDeath comes in a foul floodOf digested grass!But for the zombiesThey'll chew out your brainsYes, I have used undeadLlamas in song!Attack of the llamasAttack of the llamasAttack of the lamasHere they come now!You cannot run or hideYour ins will go outsideYour corpse will be blowfliedWith your guts beside!Your death will be swiftyour neck they will twistYour life goodbye is kissedBy llamas and llamas and llamas and ducks!