Uraline
Robin
Test Story
Down on a path lit by the moon,
With a slight breeze that will end soon,
Patiently the Weavers wait for the prey,
Many a weapon they hold as they wait.
The scent of the enemy and the dark sky,
Marawen blessing each one with a battle cry,
Far in the distance the enemy raises,
Drove from the forest to other places.
The Storm Weavers dance and sing in the woods,
Dancing their victory while others sing tunes,
Strong and Valiant they are as they rejoice,
Not running from the battle, which was their choice.
