Torden-Skodde

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No more or less than the solar shadow shifting 'cross the hills at dusk.
The price of hindsight, oweing life for future gazing.
The acid rain enemy of giant monuments to nature.
Of blood and oath and sworn allegience.
As gleaming snow trampled under hoof.
From the ties of working civilisation, reformed under cloak of dark.
Seeking not a singular truth.
For there is none, bar number one.