A waterfall within the veil
Where mists renew spirit
No man has ever beheld it
Though its song would tell
Of shimmer bells in well’s
Reflections bobbing easily
In pleasant sweet breeze
Cleansing any past griefs
For here the Lady Advocate
Brandishes her sword justly
Ensuring souls’ safe resting
As imbibing sun then moon
In moments that end too soon
Before weary travelers resume.
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