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In the swirling breeze tenuous
blithely flakes pilgrims.
Rooks Rider winter bubbly
a heavy grief ... and unspeakable
around his fortress frosted
Some trees sorted alerts
For their valiant force shall:
A quiet rebellion awakened.
the distant rumble of hooves,
Equinox chivalrous approach!
Prisoner of winter rotunda
A spark of life hangs.
Winter struggles to keep his beautiful,
He wants his eternal love,
numb But the heart of the Goddess
Burns for another promise.
The soul of the Lady gets angry,
Gradually his flame revives.
On his frail and pale little face
dissipate the stigma of the abyss.
jousting for the honor pledge,
Cavalcades fields and lures.
Helmets felons without challenge and running!
The suitors bring winter to execution.
Soon the winter dull peasants and
will be vanquished, driven out and banished,
flourish Leaving the fief Life:
the Goddess of Victory and spring ...
Hélégia (05/02/2009)
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