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Where once lonely hearts could roam over starlit lands And in halls where moon hath shown faith in mortal strands, her figure stands, lonely - lith: proud amongst the death. Dirges of death bells tolling, no love is safely kept. Fallow tears that know not of pain within her heart. Cries that echo out abroad. Alas!  Doomed to part. Immortal child, sorrow dealt, lies inside the tomb. Her darkend eyes see naught else, but her lover's doom. Time grows short in cheerless love wanting all before, the blackened sky grows pale of, Trinin evermore. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````` I'm writing a story and this is a folk tale that some people in a particular area sing.  Its about a woman named Trinin who, by a grant from the earth, became immortal so that she could be with Avrin, the god of the wind.  But the powers came from an evil force and when Trinin went into the world, knowing well she could never return, Avrin left, tricked by the same force.  So in sorrow Trinin waits a hunderd... nay... a thousand years, until finally her heart broke and she, who was granted immortality only among the mortals, died, never to see the face of her love again. ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 09:07 AM PST   0 • 10