The Ruins of Beverast

I Raised This Stone As A Ghastly Memorial

The Ruins of Beverast


I ceremonially predicted your distress
I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial
It has not been visited by the sun
Not been carved with an iron knife
Let no man lay it bare
While the waning moon wanders
Let not misled men remove it.

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