at mountains feet there was the path
Kalrog remembered it as it was yesterday
a laddered path made by stone
up high in the frozen pine forest
long and hard is the mountain's ascent
but what a beautiful nature sight
the smell of the thick underwood
reminds old times of his childhood
at the end of this long walk
the ancient house appears from snow
place where he passed his young years
trained by Anthorn, his great master
the old door opened at the key
to darkness of dusty wood and stone
familiar smell, a place called home
from a good past long time gone

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