« Antwort #332 am: 4. Mär 2019, 21:50 »
So light and gracious
Danceth the woodland monarch's precious,
Lifting the spell of doom
Upon elder lands that long to bloom.
So grand a kindred of heaven-sort
Before whom fell the taken fort,
For she's the daughter of Might
And fearsome scourge of wicked wight.
« Letzte Änderung: 4. Mär 2019, 21:54 von Walküre »
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