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I listen to the wind,

Speaking through the trees

I hear the whispers,

Enticing and guiding me…

“Thou shall take thy sword

into thy trembling hand,

Follow these dark skies,

Leave behind the sun soaked lands”

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“And follow the path,

Through the fertile plains,

Across the towering cliffs,

Through the ancient caves”

“See the spirits who guard the graves

See the proliferation of simple life

All the creatures that live and die here

Find elegiac solitude under a falling sky”

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But the whispers,

All to fade!

Oh, the tower,

Beyond the gate!

Stone walls,

Built of might!

Imposing grandeur,

Under veiled moonlight

O, Raging mountain,

Roots of Death grow unbound,

Crimes of the graft lord,

Spreading from the dungeon underground