Spyryjyon

by Blake   Mar 2, 2019


The old and faithful Spriggan
As dark as the vast cold Stygian
To where his body lay beneath
With all his love to never bequeath
A love as pure as the dead flowers that grow
And warm as the icy summer snow
For the lady they loved bore wealth of gold
Though soon she too would never grow old

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