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The Wind rejects my cautions, having seen cares of its own

Free of desperate notions, by its breath are often blown

In treat so sweet in defeat's relish, new stories to embellish

With terror's trio and Rio's innocence, to dawn we limp in recompense 

Naught leagues gone bye a virgin cry, poured fourth an angry lullaby

To sleep not dream and scream's held tight, escape the dark another night

What verse repeat in castle's plight, damsel's set in barbarian's sight

To quiet heart's of danger's eye, providing the twain an alibi

So soon to dawn in love's release, The echo's holler seldom cease

To fiery moment in quest relent, taste of virtue heaven sent

To wishes cure and luck's pretense, no spice at all of common sense

We three this will intensify, give wicked want in short supply

To road's relief our feet beat street, waving bye to those we meet

Retreat in health to fight again, Lord alone knows where and when

To dire care commit this life, to children happy or hopeful wife

And when pray tell the next begins, We already know who always wins