Come, Raven King
We, of no name – hunkered on Northern moor.
We, of no name – clung to Southern shore.
Come, raven King, ascend to bring
harmony to all.
A black moon rise on scattered tribes
of fen, fell, and moor.
We, of no name – wading Eastern fen.
We, of no name – straddling on Western fell.
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