Prologue

A northern tale comes south
Where life knows not the touch of snow
And summer's all year round.
A lonesome boy this tale is told
And he was enamoured, of this tale that he found.

Hurriedly passed the years
But this tale in his young heart stayed
And drove him to research.
What on? On tongues from far away,
Their presents and their pasts, their poetry and verse.

Six years thence, he at last
Endeavours to begin, at least,
A long-envisioned task.
He honours you, created Queens,
And you who read this now – read on; 'tis all he asks.

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