The dawning troubles,
Of the few,
Tempted by the knowledge,
The truth,
Spoken onto the wind,
And exchanged
Along the currents and flows,
Of more temperate times.
They listened,
Aurally intaking,
Breathing,
The very existence,
Of a learned nature.
The forbidden,
Whispered through the mist,
Clinging to the valleys,
The dew,
Encrusting the blades,
Of eternal subtlety,
Seeking the understanding,
Of unknown strength...
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