Other Westwind Songs

...honor bright, honor bright...
...from the mountain's height... 
		(The Towers of the Sunset, 440)

Oh, Nylan was a smith, and a mighty mage was he.
With lightning hammer and anvil of night forged he.
From the Westhorns tall came the blades and bows of the night,
Their lightning edges gave the angles forever the height.

Oh, Nylan was a mage, and a mighty smith was he.
With rock from the heights and lightning blade built he.
On the Westhorns tall stands a tower of blackest stone,
And it holds back the winter's snows and storms all alone ... 

		(Fall of Angels, 341)
		(The Chaos Balance, 127)
		(The Chaos Balance, 245)[Fragment]

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