Chapter Ii - The Sleeping Child by Haggard
Starlight twinkles mighty
As they celebrate this night
Distant clatter of the horses hooves
Heralds their demise
"Bring oaken barrels, rise your horns
Lay weapons all aside"
A golden shimmer throws its trail
Upon the tavern's light
Mors stupebit et natura
Cum resurget creatura
At midnight's stroke
When two moons rise
And storm awakes
Thre sleeping child
When two moons unite
Silent tears will fall
Once upon a time
Like a dream long ago
The sleeping child
Then a storyteller awakes the realm
Of dragons, wizards, knights
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