elcometh dearest traveleth'rs...
Come and take a seat...
Now welcome, dear travellers, hither to this humble threshold, where torchlight doth flicker like a kindly thought and the door stands open as a willing hand. Step in, and let thy weary feet be comforted; anon the hearth shall warm thee, and the cup shall run with cheer. For ’tis no cold road nor barren world that we would offer, but fellowship—sweet as wine, and gentle as nightfall’s peace—so that, whence’er thou cam’st, thou shalt find wherefore thou hast journeyed: even in being received, and not in being turned away.
Pray, lend thine ear and let the lute's sweet voice
Ascend! Command the strings, and bid them weep
Or carol forth a tune to make hearts leap.
'Tis not in silence that our souls find ease,
But in the woven air, the harmonies
That lift us hence, or draw us to our knees
In contemplation of a joy profound.
So play, I pray thee, let the music sound!
Where is your sword...
...don't need it.
hi guyd
mine own stampeth collection >o<
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Cometh sayeth hello to...
