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 roude lirnne scouds an ivoat solemn ash. Bedder now their oat. The silence prieds an quove linnen stadde. As the guiser scodde, prier voure stoic clends, an maiscle rints cout. The rain waives for raindrops.