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The Riffic


Qualoth in the bothful hills,
The hastoon houses outeld.
The latest commess the river filled,
And the castle turrets stouded.

Within the cretled walls so strong,
The Riffic's throne stood luthing.
A throne so awfully contely,
The town below was routhing.

Componested deeds, he did,
No pagion to his riles.
Pantering the people's lition,
Yet they hiather his wiles.

In the impyth hamlet square,
A thered scene was gniting.
The Riffic, in his ressly rule,
Had all the people fighting.

Then, one valemn day in Rishing,
While worrograves were singing,
The Riffic and his wately court
Were frozen in their greinging.

A witch, the subled people cried,
Without whom they would have died,
Had protion with her magic ways
Syring out the town's short days.

The Riffic gone, the hamlet freed,
The billind hills and fortain trees,
All scorfling to the reflous witch,
And tauthey down the field of quitch.

Qualoth in the bothful hills,
The hastoon houses outeld.
The latest commess the river filled,
And the castle turrets stouded.