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The Keep

Who watches the watchers upon lunisolar shores?
Of grim forest lake, in telluric angor
(Awake) yet I dreamt, as three suns had bade
Of wyrmtongued, lurid, ill sired scions

Who watches the watchers, who sought of their truth
A leering abyss that beckons to fools
But black pennants fly in a suffocating night
Atop a keep of lore, where hope yet shines

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