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Lengthy clouds would rain
Eclipsing the big mountain
In a celtic mystic forest
Where the beast would rest
Heaving out breathy mist
Mingling all in the midst
Of the deafening downpour
Soaking down the poor
Drumming along heartbeats
Drowning lingering hurt by bits
Twisting over under the pressure
Of the transfer to the unsure
And unknown transient legends
None new folk knew in these lands
With their unique ancient folklore
Dormant till the passing down of lore
From the wise elders to the youngsters
Awakening and giving life to monsters
As the great epic dragon king
Or the last vicious wild viking
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PS: just playful words coming out from the rainy weather and imagination running wild while walking outside listening to celtic vibe 😁. It's quite soothing actually 😌.