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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In life's crucible, I succumbed to a mystic trance, Where ephemeral allurements enthralled my soul's dance, The spirit beckoned, and I wandered into the heart Of "Akamara's" ancient tree, a realm of mystic art. Within its boughs, a world of wonder waited to unfold, A realm of supernatural beings, with powers to mold, Their feast was ambrosia, their waters crystal clear, A utopia of magic, where cars, houses, and markets appear. Awele, a sage, introduced me to Agiliti's mystic might, Who promised the key to wealth, and banished endless night, I, a candle-bearer, once lost, now found my inner fire, Determined to seize wealth's mantle, my heart's greatest desire. Yet, tasks lay ahead, like finding the lion's hidden skill, A quest that led me through the forest's whispering still, Ghommid spirits swirled, a vortex of ethereal might, But I pressed on, undaunted, through the shadows of endless night. Jojo, a woodland sage, who died yet lived anew, Taught me the ancient lore, of lion's skill and spirit true, He gifted me the power pounder, and Len's all-seeing eye, To unveil the hidden truths, and unlock the forest's mystic sigh. Riches and power unfolded, like a tapestry of old, Yet, like a wisp of smoke, it vanished, leaving naught but a dream's cold.
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