Two long songs for the pale lord's brood, Two short lies disguise… - AI art by Petal

Prompt

Two long songs for the pale lord's brood, Two short lies disguise them, Sing true, true, true for the snow-white bird. Dead now lies my ivory child. Emptied of sadness, his eyes defiled; Sing lie, lie, lie for the ivory child. The white hare's fleet against the falling sun. Two dark shadows she'll embrace; One in shoddy, one in lace. She speeds the lost old river's course, Fleet against the falling sun, The sweet beast runs Where the ashy wastelands toss, To where the wasteland's ashes flow. Wild against the fallen sun. Weldrake The Wild Hare