Weatherworker
Book of Wyrms
GENRE It seems so serene
Eastern winds approaching from the scene
In the midst of darkness, it seems so serene
Looking up and looking out the door
It seems so serene
With his hands he motioned to the sky
And with this a flock of birds flew by
Then they nestled with the beasts of prey
Summoning the earth and seas
And the air of the breeze
Is it cold?
Is it me?
Eastern winds approaching from the scene
In the midst of darkness, it seems so serene
Looking up and looking out the door
It seems so serene
With his hands he motioned to the sky
And with this a flock of birds flew by
Then they nestled with the beasts of prey
Summoning the earth and seas
And the air of the breeze
Is it cold?
Is it me?
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