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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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Dim lit streets are my only home And down their dreary lengths I roam Forbidden to ever enter a door I will roam the streets for ever more. For being a lethargic loaf I’m damned To forever be exposed to the land Exempt from entering an edifice at all Never to take comfort in a […]






