

The WorldThe world is vast And our lives small We barely brush On it at allThe World
Our loaves of bread Ate up by mice And each cat in bed Brings ten score lice
The trees aren't quiet They're filled with noises Like wodesman's talk And owlet-voices
When looking out On trees at night They seem to walk When in plain sight
An ox's yoke Is not as hard As frozen ground Or stony heart
The lady moon Eats out by eve With silver knife And silken sieve
Mages' staffs Are cut just a


The Lonely TowerIn those days, there were only a few mages in the world, and even fewer that resided in towers instead of on the roads or by the side of the lords and kings that they advised. In total, there were three, as there often are. The Homely Tower was the refuge of the Mage Alys, its land earnt by her, its stones raised at her command and by her coin and own hands. The Bought Tower, some called it, or The Tower That Was Sweated For. Sweetford, the name of the village that had sprung up around its base. The Lonely Tower was nothing like it. The Busy Tower was the fortress of the Mage Gow, bought by his conquest in the years in which he settledThe Lonely Tower


We Dare Not LookWe dare not look at forest-men We dare not buy their fruit Who knows on what soils they fed Those hungry thirsty roots?We Dare Not Look
We dare not walk the woods alone We dare not walk the night For every snap, and every moan Might hold a wodesman's bite
We dare not fell the trees of oak Or elm, or pine, or ash For in those trees the forest folk They hide their deadly cache
We dare not take the gifts they lie The birds, the fruit, the wood For if we take them, and then we die They take our souls for good
We dare not face them with our
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Say you love say you care, but in the end I'm all alone.
How are you?
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Where is your brother Abel? Cain says, I do not know; am I my brothers keeper?(Gen. 4.9)
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It's four o'clock in the morning
I can't take another second of this excuse for taste
Take a chance
Stay The Night.
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