Follower - old poem I found in my notes
And by the blade we all shall sing
But never give to a narrow king
And by the stars we all shall shine
To Mother Moon we'll ne'er cry
Crimson skies and sharper air
Swallow hard whilst watching the mirror
He'll come see you just don't give
By the...
But never give to a narrow king
And by the stars we all shall shine
To Mother Moon we'll ne'er cry
Crimson skies and sharper air
Swallow hard whilst watching the mirror
He'll come see you just don't give
By the...