A sword for the strong bodied
A bow for the strong willed
A whip for the strong morals
A light for their way
Break, break, break
Into 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
A little Faith
A little Hope
A little Grace
A war to be won in the night
Never alone
Into 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Fighting against the darkness
A girl from a world with no magic
Trained against the creative dead
When a trust is given to her
The mind, body, and soul in one hand
She will push back against the shadows
And the light will shine on her
When the shadows flee
Her strongest weapon
Is her own mind
those who look on her will flee
Broken again
Into 1,2,3,4,5
A magic unknown to them,
Only to be conquered through the might of many
A strength held
By the pieces
Is not as powerful
As the strength in the whole
Pieced apart
They scatter
Into 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
The people scream
And they shout
They will win
As long as they bring their strengths together
And a strength is shared
In the five pieces
The five worlds
Into 1,2,3,4,5
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The Calling Forest
FantasyZuccia Golds was seven, his father is missing, his brother and mother hate him, and worst of all, his grandfather's funeral was today. One night, when Zuccia couldn't sleep, he saw a bright green light in the sky. What will happen when he does as hi...
