All that is gold does not glitter;
Not all those who wander are lost.



The old that is strong does not wither.
Deep roots are not touched by the frost.



From the ashes a fire shall be woken.
A light from the shadows will spring.



Renewed shall be blade that was broken;



The crownless again shall be king.

It's all actjack's fault.  He and dixy_b sent us a box of Halloween stuff.  Just look what happened.


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