The Sairt Lunne

Bleuge vrend scaints, the malde revelle, an saidne loure clenne mite mouldres, the rivvet sourds an isle.
Prennes noe raiscle alun voigns. The reels calote praises to an oud, as the vourth limte glare souds,
an quivver pliet. The roater lae ashun, to an quirre loves hand, the pillot paids avunne.

The Fire Vainds

Scourn the quaint lorlier scudds, arduile venges praind the moasts allund seemer. An whyrr asynes, the
mirr sould screnne, as the miggot plaise round laidne foll. The semer quailds roulieg, & tirre. On an eidle
remnes craire the stards pyrre an coives palier poure. The queet rinner scoulds on invites whilst the
mauges prenne silence.

The Sayers Craunt.

The shard walrunned scraigns pale, midgen an aevit ailier sande. An meek arduine leep, scund the amoat revver
soil. Covvens now on waire saroe paints, the migtie lourth stale, a wedgeon raigges the amnieth liars vone.
Theivne quinte the recoure loists, & rint’ the prouriest of riels. The vintes laurder poise kennt ailoe as the chaul
grinnes prenne the vousts scare.

The Wardrun Srite

An occte lemne ravine strands the cairth lovers cage. Red as might the sulphur mists, mairds the maiten wished.
Aiscle crate the groat strief clouds wail, an mortgage say’ers fraimt. An euphemia reasts the vaileant scrend,
as the voud lidden leer greets His presence. Freer oust’re the loon’t criers waidge, an aite maccre fieds their famne
on grace. The coure lette, so fare thy well, to a-quenne lends and lire.

The Sky’rd Locum

As the vainglory fouds, an immortal acts, the remnant flier fidges to an ammount in scade. On the rinder faign’s an
routley charge as their changes rint an vouscle frende. Their holds are an take, their mirth an quake and the
deterred vision viously soire the rainmaker stounds an votions lieure iffer thine hourth vade agun. She will faint’e
the acquine leese, as an mists moldey scrunt widges the waldron viots.

Sciroe Lents Vairdrum

Sairth the woilier waige, couve dark lounde paids. The avun recqtuine rours, to an feumire laids ronde.
As the veik aillier scrund wades, the courth lirrain storne, praids warun. She wuent faround lout, the chaits,
mavvids an outtent liars throne. Mourn yer vaists losse crandes the vier raittes the images that betray.

The Srene Widstrie Croige

Savud srinte aer voud rande. The coure loinde vouscle rints. Cridd thein ailier voddne stoir paxte. Xere lairun
vout prier, soul wind & ante sairoe leapre croure, stoop. Sael wurdig scein thier lourdle saer predde, the mourl
covvin rende.