Even in the Darkest Night,
The Strong will Always Find the Light.
As Sun Beams pierce straight through a Cloud
This is the Way to lift Death’s Shroud.
Those who Will pay Any Cost
Are Desp’rate to regain what’s lost,
And They will Give great Sacrifice.
Our Fallen Allies Have no Price.
The Pen is might’er Than the Sword.
Into the Circle Ink is Pour’d,
Because Amid Chaos and Strife,
It’s Words that Bring the Dead to Life!
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Spellbook Poetry
PoetryI wrote each poem as if it were a spell in a spellbook! Please enjoy!
