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The land I’m to ensure, the growth of green shall never turn grey
To bring hopes to fallen mortals, promising peace they’ll come to live one day
And flying with feathered wings, I bless the evergreen around
Until one morn, I discovered an intruder had lay wounded upon my ground
I hovered over him, daring not to come too close
Is he dead or alive, yet what I knew of those?
Descending beside the unconscious knight, I saw his ghastly wound
Bleeding still, from mayhaps a battle beneath yester’s moon
With a power invested in me, I will the comforts to his injury
Tending to him till days after, he was awoken finally
And always at a distance I remain, fearing to defy the laws of Heaven
For mortals, one must walk alone and not be aided by whats forbidden
In time he will move on, not remembering if a miracle was ever perform
And soon I must continue what’s neglected with him begone
Days after, why he chose to remain I wasn’t to know?
Yet I cannot abandon my task, shall come another morrow
I must gather courage to confront and cast him away
But when I came to him, I saw a feather he held since his awoken day
And he said,
“Beyond this age of Ancients, death is but a relief
If you were a mortal to be, is there but a life to believe?”
He turned and walked away, leaving his silver sword behind
And I was torn by his words, simply to a truth I never thought to find
I began to see this battered world with eyes anew
If it wasn’t for him, I never would have understood blood was meaningless to spill
Days as a Guardian was dis-spirited and I despair with my land turning grey
Holding on to his silver sword, will he once again come my way?
By the waterfall, the last crystal droplet fell… I was lost!
Soon the minions of the Darklord will hunt… and miraculously there he was
The silver sword by my side wills back to its bearer 
Glowing with a fade light before finally unleashing its true power
And the demons were slain without much effort at all
Hence was the beginning of our journey as I recall
Through years passed, he defended me with a new purpose to his life
Yet the war did not cease to an end as he fought, as we survive
And safe in his arms came one night I fell into a dream
Curse the night itself, for the life of him is never again to be seen
The words were merciless as it thunders deep into my mind
For the one who speaks, has welcome darkness in turn to shine
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