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Chapter 4

In the depths of night, beneath moon's gleam,
Merigaeld, lost in a waking dream,
Her heart weighed heavy, her spirit yearned,
For Lord Ergush, who'd never returned.

Oh, the wilderness weeps, the storm grows still,
In Ergush's dormancy, an empty chill,
But a new path awaits, where hope does gleam,
Joihe's embrace, a guiding dream.

With verdant eyes and nature's grace,
Joihe appeared in a sacred place,
Her presence gentle, her wisdom vast,
She whispered secrets of the ages past.

Oh, the wilderness weeps, the storm grows still,
In Ergush's dormancy, an empty chill,
But a new path awaits, where hope does gleam,
Joihe's embrace, a guiding dream.

A goddess of growth, a goddess of life,
She offered solace in nature's strife,
To Merigaeld, a chance anew,
To find her purpose, her spirit true.

With Joihe's blessing, a path unveiled,
A bardic journey, where songs prevailed,
To sing of nature, of life's grand scheme,
In Joihe's name, a radiant dream.

Oh, the wilderness weeps, the storm grows still,
In Ergush's dormancy, an empty chill,
But a new path awaits, where hope does gleam,
Joihe's embrace, a guiding dream.

Though Lord Ergush lay in slumber deep,
In Joihe's love, Merigaeld would keep,
Her spirit's yearning found its place,
In nature's arms, an eternal embrace.