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The bitterness defeats his feeble frame, A frame that magic no more can protect, For days have passed and strength is not the same; And what remains is fading intellect. His wrinkled skin distorts his energy, And magic leaves his hands in weak arrays; No more the master of his druid clergy, His focus lost […]
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A frozen Demon glaring from above So motionlessly patient during his watch So still he never greets with fear the dove But grants his rigid shoulders for its perch. The scar-cracked sculptureās a looming host A stone sentinel cut from granite grey I never fail to notice his weathered post That gives security during the […]






