Countess of Torong

Countess of Torong
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Andrew Defrederico - 2020 Jan 06 18:18


Seasons change as wind blows
so desperately unto nations breed
My fire burns as strong as the night
walks I take through the storm
leading nowhere but to Torong
of ending lies, we see the demise
a strong fort buried beneath
are the chambers that hold
strong and wild, kindly old

Wonders foretake of satire disgrace
Feelings I have for you are kept
in solitude for misery may have
me this day, a death one stakes
for one of less is no more to be best

Strong and satirical mysm diastical
abomination to the countess of Torong
A mire I deem a song of sadness and stoil
On I take and one given to me as turmoil
Let these seas turn to the other
Point and stare, satire leads me nowhere

Upon this day's break, bread unleaven
I live to you, I misuse the sword for pleasure
and done of boredom and tore
Come before the storm, before calm takes
us to the other world of sorrow and regret

Leave for us be bereft, and I as to you
be unto the sworn, sworn and contour contempt
be with me this last day's remnant

The countess of Torong swore in crowd
one hundred bewildered degress, a contingency
of trouess leads way to the path made by
the countess of Torong