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|AT BIRTH|
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Black roots anchored in the
Ground.
Leafless branches twisted and
Gnarled.
The trunk of shadows bear
The heavy burden of
Compassion and care.

Mine soul...

Golden wreathed the Mirror
Is listless.
Reflections mimic a face fixed into a
Sneer.
Impervious to jaunt and jeer,
This shining pool has shed many a silver
Tear.

Mine Mind...

A single blade of grass sways,
Valiant blade of the
Glade.
A single rain drop falls from not far
Above,
A signal of the Gale.

Mine Heart...

Bleak and bold is the crux of the
Dusk,
Scorching cold its blood throbs.
Living recall of metamorphic
Power,
It baptises itself the Engine of Taint

Mine Strength...

Birthing one with a terrible plight.

Me...

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|MANY VOICES|
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A scream in the Fog
The yearning unending,
He trails through the Void
The emptiness parting
For Him,
The Consumer of Nether Regions,
The Great Ouroboros,
He who is Legion.

A whisper in the Night
The finger beckons,
He follows the path
A friend the fools reckon.
Greeted as a savior,
Entrusted with the Eye of the Creator,
He cannot help but snicker
Behind the guise of shining armour.

Pained laughter at the Dusk
His golden veil ripped
To reveal blissful Chaos beneath it.
Struck by the Elders, scales are tipped
Aides arrives as the Red Masque
Swirling with His deranged fire,
But yet into the sea and earth Legion is cast.

Stifling silence Forever
His vortex Avatar reappears
Floating above the Dark City.
He clearly hears
The life of a world He has failed to consume.
Yet He hums as if inspired,
Indeed His many voices spiral;
Soon all shall be His! Morgfyre's!

A languid yawn in the Morn
The Order of Ouroboros arises
To give voice to enlightenment,
With the Empire of Darkness.
Great seas of knowledge true,
Like forked lightning,
Strike out against ignorance's grey hue.

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|T'IS|
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T'is the city
Magnagora
of gilded whispers
and soulless shadows.
Hearts of glass
Love surrendered
T'is my city
Magnagora.

T'is the guild
Nihilists
of crooked crowns
and black desire.
Demon-kin bow low
Blood fettered.
T'is my guild
Nihilists.

T'is the guild
Ur'Guard
of bloody blades
and spirit constricted.
Death Knights march
To the undead rhythm.
T'is my guild
Ur'Guard.

T'is the guild
Geomancers
of cracked boulders
and gifted lunacy.
The Earth rumbles
Crazed pollution.
T'is my guild
Geomancers.

T'is the guild
Ninjakari
of grinning shade
and cold explosions.
The victim's cries
Swiftly strangled.
T'is my guild
Ninjakari.

T'is the guild
Cacophony
of chaotic quiet
and soft crescendos.
Orchestrated destruction
Bloody threnodies.
T'is my guild
Cacophony.

T'is the city
Magnagora
of gilded whispers
and soulless shadows.
Five mighty gears
Thrust the Engine forward.
T'is MY city
Magnagora!