Borders of stitching and gold

a tale that’s never been told

a land full of wonders left unknown

a kingdom in turmoil over a vacant throne

a sword magnificent as the dawn

a legendary witch, her magic gone,

a dragon carries the sun on its tail

breathing sunsets in its fiery sail.

Stories to weave, to relish and tell

of Ancient Kings and magic spells

a cloak of comfort in the cold winter night

a candle, wreathed in darkness, burning bright.

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