Clear light on a slick palm
As I mis-deal the day
Slip the night from a shaved pack
Make a marked card play
Call twilight hours down
From a heaven home
High above the highest bidder
For the good lords throne
In the wee hours Ill meet you
Down by dun ringill ---
Oh, and well watch the old gods play
By dun ringill
Well wait in stone circles
`til the force comes through ---
Lines joint in faint discord
And the stormwatch brews
A concert of kings
As the white sea snaps
At the heels of a soft prayer
Whispered
In the wee hours Ill meet you
Down by dun ringill ---
Oh, and Ill take you quickly
By dun ringill
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