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Remorse of the Reavers   Crestfallen feathers and Spindlewood smoke exhaust from the clashing Colossals asunder The wail of the bairn crosses plains unforeseen  towards her cove where the she-beast lay broken
The water roars and the earth shakes, The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky. 
The water roars and the earth shakes, The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky. 
this Sewn Alchemy...   seven gods in liquid hiding, this in sureness on in spending this sure hour,
The Dragons, they soaredAbove Mountains, through cloudsEach guarded a hoardClaws sharp, and teeth baredThey’d fight to the deathProtecting what they treasured most
Long and narrow Razor sharp Dark and brooding Elegant Light and ductile Mesmerizing Loving, warring Blood ‘twas spilling   Love forbidden Emotions revealing
Sepia With water stains Yellowed paper Tied with thin string Black and white Photographs Taken years ago Smiles and stern Dispositions Peer out From a window
Sun rises and ray beams
I have a confession. There is a someone, A special someone, A someone who warms my smile,
There was once a young, restless hero of Rome, Who wandered the lands, searching for a home. This he did until he dreamed, (“A great sign from the gods,” he deemed); That he would journey to find Delphi,
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