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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Catpuring the sunlight in his prism The chosen one absorbs the pain For he is out to unleash the fury As the sunlight gives him power to reign The prism came from the hands of the wary The hands were those of the fallen angel Shunned from light as he had no use For the crystal that would help him return to dwell Words spread fast like the wind from a cave The words were in the ancient language of Brata For this laungage was formelly used to convey As the lord and his angels knew the only words to say As the message came through across heavens gate The Angels of light spread their wings with haste For now is the time to defend our race As the dark one breathes with tremendous hate The prism alive now filled with the power of light The chosen one ariving with a hellish delight Accompanied by those with no souls and fear The winged warriors waiting for the coming of the near The ghouls with their eyes no longer alive Seek to destroy the demise of the flighting hive The hive filled with beams of light to destroy As the prism was raised to absorb the contours As the light hit the crytal a shining did occur The ghouls now had eyes along with wings of glamour Now the ghouls have wings high as might Now the ghouls turn to angels to fight for right Chosen one now set eyes upon the formal of the many He cries as his knees pound to the ground as though wary The prism now back in the hands of almighty Banished back to hell with his master now so tiny
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