On the Tip of Bard's Tongue

Skin and bone
Sinew and stone
Depetrify
Or perish alone

These words once a whisper, a storm at a word
Through the gale sticking, through the gate heard

The first you know, the second you've felt. Do you imagine once finished you'll feel a third's needed?

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