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'''Title: Malabelle's Poetry  '''

'''Author: Malabelle '''



I see visions of Discord, 

Things that I wish could not be.

I see men and women trapped,

By their own love,

Bound to each other although they know not.

On her hand I see the whispers of darkness,

Flow into her from the DARKNESS,

It feeds her anger


Make flame burn

Bright.


I see the tumbling of the walls of that she hates.

A city of life, 

All life flows from this place.

In her hand she holds pale thing.

Small in size but great in power.

It holds the key to the Darkness.

He is bound helpless by the Darkness within darkened tunnels.

Nothing can save them

Or Trinsic, but Love.


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