Prologue.

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There is a man with a heart of green

Forsaken for his ways of mean.

There is a girl with a heart of gold

Forced into reckoning for reasons untold.

They came as five, five into one.

The beginning of fun.

They came as two, completely anew

To the worlds from which they came.

A trio of three, has lost all their glee

In the eternal battle of power.

The souls of two, damned and doomed

To forever hold their peace.

The man of green had lost his mean

But gained it all the same.

The weight on his shoulders, were thousands of boulders

Awaiting his demise.

But none could compare to the look his darling would wear

As he looked deep into her eyes.

Once soft and mild, like that of a child

Now gone and dead like his soul.

Once words unspoken and the only token of hope that ever existed.

The sweet little thing whose words never rushed

Has caused the world to fall into an everlasting hush.


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