[From: The Last Journal of Gwyllyn]
The music of silence fills the air
with a hushed and hidden minstrelsy
from far beyond the Farthest Sea,
from a continent bright and fair.
And in the darkness, light is seen
though veiled behind a shadow-cloak,
a robe of thundercloud and smoke,
obscuring its golden sheen.
But for now, the dark and silent night
embraces the soul in solitude
which awaits with patient quietude
the advent of morning light.
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