The Discouragement Weft

There are not many that would stand to gelding, but King Theoden, I believe, will. Born among women, he is well tooled to fit the discouragement weft. Still, it is a woman may unravel us.

See her amidst the populous yipping at make in bouncy brocade; she does but feint the sickness that is women’s whiles. Rohan’s admiration and love she might organize to purposive army, and put all at straightedge, stainless, against us.

So, go, my avertive advisor. Go, speak, seem novitiate yet listen it insurrection; let your courtesy be catastrophic, picknicker and spoilage.

Weave my spell: fray Rohan.





That stand to gelding
To fit the discouragement weft
Populous yipping
At make in bouncy brocade
Or count the feint sickness
Her organize by purposive army
Her put at straightedge stainless
Avertive advisor
Go speak so seem novitiate
Do listen it insurrection summertime
Abound try courtesy be catastrophic
Picnicker and spoilage