"I sing of warfare and a man at war..."
I sing of men knocking on death's door
I sing of betrayal, of sides caving in
I sing of a place where our story begins
A small, quaint world with a fortnight's worth of men
Little do they know, they shall soon meet their end
To Spawn we travel, across the void
Where thirteen men stand, and in their midst, a young boy
This boy knows not of what is to come
This boy knows not of the hero's run
This boy knows not of the blood that will be spilled
But by the end, Our Precious Sunshine will!
The boy raises his hand, his hair shining bright.
Little does he know, it will one day bring fright.
He lowers it silently, his face grim.
On this bliss summer day, Third Life begins....
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Tertia Vita
Fanfictiona poem adaptation of the Third Life SMP told from Grian's perspective. a/n: Grian's name will not be mentioned in this poem. He will be referred to as Sunshine, Our Precious Sunshine, Angel, or The Boy
