Many years ago, traversing down my path, I found myself in lands unknown. My way was lost, my mind conquered by fear That I would never return home.
The forest dark imprisoned me within it, my only light a waning moon. I stumbled through the labyrinth of trees, and I knew that this place would be my tomb.
When suddenly a light cut through the void from the distant wooded depths, and it harkened hope that in this place of misery my end would not be met.
My feet found haste, and towards the light I flew. Within the hour I arrived. And found I there, to my great surprise, a clearing with a fire burning bright.
And by that fire sat a man with flowing beard and hooded cloak. He turned way with warming smile, and unto me the hermit spoke:
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"Weary trav'ler, why look you so distraught? Your heart is turbid, your face is pale. Come! Come warm yourself among the logs, and drink yourself a spot of ale.
"You see, my friend, I am a storyteller of ancient tales that few men know. Come listen now, and you will find a respite from your woe."
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Intrigued I sat beside him and poured a mug of ale. And all the night by firelight he spun his ancient tales...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
