.Ashen the world creates itself
Up the branches down the roots
Pecked at by birds
By worms gnawed
At the crossroads
By the graves among the rowan trees
Nailed white as ivory
With skulls that grin amidst the rot
For strange are these woods to fare
Stranger the fr.
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