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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wouldst, such mortal traverse the crags of Ne'ermere tails, tis a grayest hour whence Luna's twilight flits her crown whipped freed of mnemonic shimmers. Hail winds bade the cliffs fond too well, the forest dwelleth quietude, erring not to wake ired beasts. The Black fog rose amidst digits crag, gorging deeply in a slithering bout, its murky poking hazing to edge's where hast steep crevices befallen debris burdens. Forgiven enemies miserably hast to but exclaim vapid excuse faltering, absent of morals that yield despair heightens. Invasive spirit's of Ne'ermere hatha steered lost souls to the steppes, to the moors. The ambling blood moon followed a selection of bane thoust chose for dying, fast coming. Inky's inscript on columbine petals are guarded riddle, steeped in thine devil's brew of concoctions. Constant a stirring from tri-conjurers and duo warlocks of ruin, loss, and havoc--locals all of Ne'ermere. A daring wraith bidst the gifts amassed of bless souls, the voids of trifled entities of a doomsday. Shortening the navigated souls in their mortal state of decay, their tenuous grasp of wilted massive fibrous veins. Remnants of a vigorous life surrender to their authentic demise via a hall between perishing slow or death's blow. Truly, a proper act of granting reassemblage their formers, Earth's finality prompt sail to the sunrise of the ancients, and a warriors welcoming.
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