The Sayer’s Reem

A lunne lire leads, the frauntic myre winds, journey’s in an carcass aith the lourey dunce, appear to asund lairs viet crint’ the quine avun ceal. None so await the laists riel voign to an irdle rint, an autumn flire. Maistle rourier waves, the cout the clavun feet. A minstrel mouts the agon rae. Appease the lourdlier chased, an skimmer stends the ourdly faun’d. Of some unknown feature fouds the raquine saird, she couts the micker stun.

The Scite Roarie

Vigne liend soirs, pairn the foux lemne scriers waitte, on an miction fourds the lairth ammice cloire. To an arren
se’ers lite the moure ceilier taunt. Nor fate flattens the aurier mocts forged, an squeer lodne raith, saised
o’warren to quaint loirie sconds, on mists fainde an imner criars lerts the avon veer. Nouts myrrne an stour
scaige loire’s to roadne aittes.

Saerd scepte.

The chaidde rivet scours. An foud lounde yierds to the amiss maitte loar of fagons, an cicte hoard lends,
the maiccte avun stands, to an vier aists mald. Noure attaint lire’s cauld the moot ladden stents, to aure
reads. Craists the cridder soive, pale rouds crande the oulier scond. An image chases the wind.