A twilit terror kneeling with tempest blown hair
Bound below a beam, brilliantly shone
She waiting hungers, willful in repose
Unaware or unperturbed, uncaring eyes cast down
Her captors carouse, careless in merriment
Flow wine as water with little regard
No peril of worries, no person restrained
From indulgent imbibing each mind is claimed
"This creature have we, captured she is
Brought low before us, bent to the earth
Her terror we've ended, this trial is ceased"
In light of their fires, long hours passed
Candles burned lower, collared by night
Flames of the cookfire following hence
Deepening darkness the dire night bestowed
And sloth sought inroads; slumber took all
Sweet nightfall encompasses, swift to enclose
While terror she is, tight her eyes close
Wild words she whispers, what powers they call
The tempest she traveled travails the hall
Screams upon screams now, scarce gleams of hope
Through them tear timbers, them wif and wir both
Calamity crashes, the crushing beam falls
A twilit terror stands, midst tempest blown all
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