Turn The Pipers

Faded granite turned to stone
Where for out thou now my combs
In this land where thou has roamed

Vested seed the valley sage
Taught within this gilded cage
While I watch the war they wage
Is there sense within this golden age

Turn the pipers caved from stone
Where they stand tall, and yet alone
Miles away from their sacred home

Slight of hand the twist of fate
As they lie here in their wake
Are they ripples vested upon thy lake
Sound the bells beside their fate

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