Never A Secret, Always A Rhyme

Short and sweet
First to leave and last to greet
The one who speaks of Loki most
Knows but an untouched ghost
Be silent, into the shadow stare
Be patient, a long road prepare
Each thy seed shall grow in time
Never a secret, always a rhyme
Speak not of silent sound
Think not a thought unground
Stormwinds blow sweet thy flute
The unknown mist travels mute

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