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Aleez's Lament
A scream woke those in the belfry, a scream from a maiden fair from death she awoke in the temple from death and none were there. All alone, all alone, all alone…… Shrouded she’d laid ‘pon altar of bone, deep in a dream dark repose, startled awake by a Godly light, startled awake she rose. Tear drenched, she ran from sanctuary, up the belfry stairs so steep. Stout souls stirred from their slumbering as, on did the fair maid weep. New to Realm, she had gone unbidden, to the guild of Rising Moon; through darkened paths across the midden, beneath a blood red moon. To a maze, full of wanderlust, She’d trespassed and she must go! “Trespasser!” said the Mad Mage Cyferous as he places a bolt in bow. “But where?” said the maid to the mad mage. “But where? I’m lost and alone.” “Just GO!” said he, raising cross bow high, “Just GO! Just GO! Just GO!” Struck down like a doe in moonlight. to long had she tarried there; for the bolt took flight ended her life, in a torrent of auburn hair. All alone, all alone all alone……
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