The storm rages on overhead.
I do not need to start or flinch,
For I have never feared it.
I hear my family call to me.
But I cannot leave my love, my Aruthir -
Who cares for nothing but his vines!
I go to him, plead with him once more.
Face filled with rage; he throws me from him!
When I recover my senses the ships are gone...
My Aruthir has abandoned me!
Abandoned me here, in this hateful place!
Utterly alone, I despair; I despair.
Half a year I have been here alone.
A few weeks past, a tall horseman passed by...
He lifted me up from the rotten ground.
He spoke so kindly; asked me to go with him.
But I was afraid, so very afraid!
I ran from him and hid in my terror!
Every day the rider comes by...
Every day, he asks me to leave with him.
Aruthir is gone; he will never come back.
I cannot stay here in this terrible place!
Tomorrow, my dark rider will come...
Tomorrow, I shall go with him.
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