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Lunchtime Lullaby
Silent in awe
Think not this blade
but a Guardian true
he fell in the dark
Mordaar came to a
I see it now from
cave of light soft and dim
To Irna's own heart
as yours to own
his very own hue
his fall had brought him
With fountains and pools
Negankerdak
here
with airy light-strea
ms
And wells for wisdom
the Sword in his hand
Think what hand
long laid to rest
and inspired dreams
His footsteps soft
By mighty Rilfar
he trod the smooth floor
And found in the wall
made you flesh and bone
a Guardian blest
a small gleaming door
With a sign of a moon
Then a soft voice
of deep earthen brown
And a sign of a sword
