Snowdrop 6.3: The Chant of Summoning
"Each step I take moves me from night to day;
I know that I must learn of night and day.
"This hill imprisons me - my heart has fled;
I see only ice: it churns night and day.
"What greater gift can these cold mists give me?
Knowledge of how to burn this night to day.
"I never found my love, though I touched his shape;
mistrust has been my friend: spurn night for day.
"An old sheep's skull, some ribbons, beads and nails;
this unloved garbage returns night to day?
"My name is Snowdrop, born from love now lost;
I beg of you: adjourn this night, make day!"
"Each step I take moves me from night to day;
I know that I must learn of night and day.
"This hill imprisons me - my heart has fled;
I see only ice: it churns night and day.
"What greater gift can these cold mists give me?
Knowledge of how to burn this night to day.
"I never found my love, though I touched his shape;
mistrust has been my friend: spurn night for day.
"An old sheep's skull, some ribbons, beads and nails;
this unloved garbage returns night to day?
"My name is Snowdrop, born from love now lost;
I beg of you: adjourn this night, make day!"
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