.Call me Winterstraw
Mere passenger of the Glen Carrig
Preparing to meet so great a storm
As might well fill the heart with panic
For now it was being slow and oily black
Against the mighty redness of the sky
One quarter of the sky
A mighty arc of blood-red fire
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