[Ostfriese]

Originally Posted by Otto Harkaman

In a twilight realm where whispers bloom,
Three croaking birds foretold of doom:
Ostfriese croaked in stately tone,
A herald of fate from lands unknown.
Dargo, with a raucous, bold decree,
Preached political woes by the old oak tree;
His words, like caws on autumn's breeze,
Warned of change with sardonic ease.
And then there was Skybird, high and free,
A somber soul of prophecy;
Each note a warning, stark and clear,
Of revolution drawing near.
Together they sang in eerie tune,
Under a political, pending monsoon;
A trio of croaks in the night so grim,
Foretelling a doom both dark and dim.
Yet in their croaks a playful jest,
A cosmic irony in fate’s behest—
For in their doom, so bold and brash,
Lurked hints of change amidst the clash.

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