The Trickster, The Sun and The Ghost
Must destroy evil's new host
The Mechanic and The Wise
Are the ones with the right supplies
As they head to the West
They stumble into a monster's nest
As they battle they hope for gain
But only get ever lasting pain
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Prophecies
PoetrySo basically I make prophecy's, so they all rhyme. I guess you could say it's poetry. (No longer taking Requests) (Except for friends.)
