The brittle grass waves in the summer breeze
While shades of clouds pass over aimlessly.
This atmosphere is warm, but can’t appease
My wants. I wait and walk in misery!
For I have lost my love, my lord, King Zel.
I waited for him then. I’m waiting still,
Although life left him even as he fell.
He sleeps at the heart of Silbury Hill!
But now the hill’s foundations shake,
In answer to the centuries cried.
With Silbury’s fall, King Zel will awake
And, as he vowed, I’ll be his bride.
For once men discover and stir the heart,
Cursed Silbury Hill will crumble apart!
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