You: My Summer Lord
And I, your Winter King
Both rival and Lover
That have been foretold to suffer
It was written in the stars
I was told by the moon
Keep away my wayward son
But we ran to soon
Into the forest we went
As lovers,
Wolf and Stag
Followed close by my oak Brothers
The moon is high
The chase is on
Night descends
And it has begun.
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