In a dim dungeon long I slept
As the town around me burned.
In a pale chamber long you wept
As waters above you churned.
For a madman thought he could make God
And gave a tainted child to you.
A son, poisoned by beast's blood;
You were the first he slew.
Your lethal child you loved, and though,
I fought for him to die,
When the brave boy's sword laid him low
Something stung my eye.
Through tort'rous chaos I am hurled,
Becoming something foul to see
But as you loved him who near slew the world
Perhaps, I pray, you might love me.
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Good poem!
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Is maith an scéalaí an aimsir.
Time is a great storyteller.
Keep up the great work!
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The issue is clear. It is between Darkness and Light and everyone must choose a side. -G.K. Chesterton
I refuse to judge any person by his or her race.
That includes The Last Airbender actors.
And why wouldn't i like it?
It's great!
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