Far away through time,
A deep, resonant blast
Of distant horns sounds.
Rippling like thunder
As it peels across
The night sky.
Is it a calling,
A summoning,
Or a warning?
The source of the sound
Is unknown.
The depth of that single note
Leaves all dreamers
Cold as ice,
And still as stone.
It heralds
The end of dreams.
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