A little prophesy/poem thingy. Wrote it in school sometime. Found it the other day. Thought it would be a nice change. Short drabble.
I don't own any of it.
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On the night of Hallow's Eve,
at the turn of a sleeve.
A message will be heard,
the vassel given word.
That the dark lord will rise,
at a signal in the skies.
A new reign of terror begins,
in an epic battle, fought to its end.
To say the least-
awar won,
abattle lost.
The threat is gone
but at what cost?
What cost?
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Tats it. Like I said little drabble before my birthday. A bit darker than normal but hey. Well read and review please. Or I will sicthe evil furbies on you. Hehehe.