“Now, now you heard it, Tales most far from sweet, Her music gentle, clear, Yet each note hides a tear, From Great West to Far East, Rough North, Treach’rous South, Where songs begin, nurtured, Melody she sings to you now. You may or may not believe, She only speaketh what she sees; No friends, enemies, allies, or foes, The Wind simply exists – To collect mem’ries long forgotten, Tales without her would’bin lost, An’ when End arrives she’ll bring it, To Time, waiting on his post. But End still lies in slumber, The World sees not his face, But you, … Continue reading *VII. Finale