Disclaimer: I no own, you no sue.
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Child of the Mist,
Spawn of darkness,
Obey you master.
Heed their call.

Soulless, mindless
obedient you are.
Play their game,
heed their call.

Mind stained with blood,
your hands doth spill.
Your magic, your power,
is for nothing but ill.

Obey until the day,
the day you wake.
Your sins forgotten,
by you alone.
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Author's Note: Please R&R, I'm just starting to explore poetry. Constructive critisism PLEASE!
~Geomancer =^.^=