Borne from the warmth shall blossoms bloom

Songs of birds herald the rebirth new

The oaken fort regains the strength of old

Foxes boast forth tales of guile

Scamper the hares through shimmering shrubs

Three months passed and an old chapter done


The glaring sun roars out passion felt

Heat within the sinews the hunters sing

One day's kill, three days full.

Venison upon the spit strong brews flow

Gravies savored and tankards drained

Three months passed and an old chapter done


Leaves of gold laid their rest

Moments of waltz and nothing more

Harvest the fruits lest one hunger

The hawks shrieked their joy as blood tasted

Woe is at hand for slumber nears

Three months passed and an old chapter done


That which is dreaded has sound the horn

Cloaks of white bowed to emptiness' call

Shut the doors and lit the hearth

Care not the hunt wrought by wolves

A chilling bite yet hope not lost

Three months passed and a new chapter sung