Sciroe Lents Vairdrum

Sairth the woilier waige, couve dark lounde paids. The avun recqtuine rours, to an feumire laids ronde.
As the veik aillier scrund wades, the courth lirrain storne, praids warun. She wuent faround lout, the chaits,
mavvids an outtent liars throne. Mourn yer vaists losse crandes the vier raittes the images that betray.

The Srene Widstrie Croige

Savud srinte aer voud rande. The coure loinde vouscle rints. Cridd thein ailier voddne stoir paxte. Xere lairun
vout prier, soul wind & ante sairoe leapre croure, stoop. Sael wurdig scein thier lourdle saer predde, the mourl
covvin rende.

WENDGES OF AN VODE

COATED SNOW

MIST’s SHADOW

THEE MAKER WAIT

ARRUND FADES

the titles five

The roude lirnne scouds an ivoat solemn ash. Bedder now their oat. The silence prieds an quove linnen stadde. As the guiser scodde, prier voure stoic clends, an maiscle rints cout. The rain waives for raindrops.