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Something I found while digging through the old threads. Not binned, far as I'm aware. Inspired by this image.
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>From the forested homes, bring sap and bring cones.
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>Go forth little one and give him your all;
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>go forth little one, do not tarry nor stall.
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>From the bogs and the plains, bring plants raised by rains.
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>Go forth little one and show him your mettle;
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>go forth little one, but do not bring battle.
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>The wind blows from the north, with its ice and its hate,
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>Carry there your great haul to him that thus spake:
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>You ponies of cold, you children of snow, bring me all your worth or bring me your souls.
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>For I am the wind that roars in the sky, and I am the fear that glints in your eye.
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>I am the winter, I am the dark, I am the ice that clings ‘round your heart.
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>From the mountains and hills, all the land that forth spills.
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>Go forth little one and carry our hope;
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>go forth little one, to he that has spoke.
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>From the rivers and lakes, all the fish we do take,
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>Go forth little one and carry our last,
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>Go forth little one, to he that has asked.
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>The long night draws close, and our lights grow dim,
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>To the north you must go and say unto him:
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>We have brought you our spoils, we have brought you our wealth, we have brought you our store and all of our health.
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>We have come as you asked, we have come as you told, we have come without fear, brave and bold.
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>Go forth from this place, go forth from our homes, leave us to peace and do not return.
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>From your forests and plains, from your mountains and lakes,
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>Come to me, young foal, from you I shall take.
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>From your warmth and your light, to my darkness and rime,
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>Come to me, young foal, for you are now mine.
by Wingnut
by Wingnut
by Wingnut
by Wingnut
by Wingnut