When we walk where titans sleep
We may disturb them in the deep
If dragons come when we call
Then God may scream as we fall
Lighting erupts in a might roar
Tearing through the world of yore
Remembering the sleeping sound
Of gentle water falls and lillies abound
A fox sighs as it comes to rest by the bank of a still pool
The fair September weather gently plied by the cool air of a coming Fall
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