Ethir Anduin The Universe Hears Everything

The father sat atop a bronze steed while the sons stood at his sides
And the third son stood alternately by the horses face and the horses tail
As was apparent to him and to us, he felt out of place
And the horse was like a wave
No one spoke a word
They were speaking in thoughts
Now the father sitting on the steed and stroking
his darling duck exclaimed mentally, flashing his eyes
Youre waiting to hear what the father will blather
Will he or wont he explain what is Frother
O Lord I am a disconsolate widower,
A sinless singer
The first son bending down picked up a five kopeck piece from the floor
He moaned mentally and started flashing his feet
Papa, the end is near
I see a crown form above your ear
Your breathing is tall and austere,
Youre already a popsicle
The second son was just as gloomy
He bent down on the other side and picked up a ladies purse
Then he cried thoughts and started flashing his feet
If only I were a priest
Or a deceased released,
I would have visited your court,
Almighty Lord
And the third son,
standing at the horses tail and plucking at his mustaches with his thoughts,
started flashing his feet
Where is the key to my mind?
Where is that ray of light,
The sudden generosity of winter?
And as he relocated to the face of the horse,
which was like a wave,
he smoothed his hair with his thoughts and started flashing his feet
You see no eyebrows father,
How barren are the bloodlines of Frother