I have ventured far beyond my world
To worlds that have yet to exist,
To shores with no seas
And prairies with no trees.
To fall upon this worn out shack
Serving up a drink for strange currency,
For it is here the old man speaks
Of the legendary three kingdoms
Shrouded in melancholy.
In the beginning three stood strong
Hand in hand, back to back
Strong as any wind or hurricane
And yet gentle as any meadow breeze.
But it was not to last,
Soon feuds and violence in shades
Bridges walked over, bridges walked under
In these times
Were all burnt asunder.
The first held their lands in the mountains.
Any morning you could stand outside
And view beautifully radiant cascades
Of sun against snow,
Diffracting the light in a verisimilitude
Of vibrant pieces.
The Frozen Kingdom
Dedicated to musical development,
The most perfect voices and talented players
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