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The close

Silence is often pronounced the loudest.
A sheer display of impotence of late.
Our highness falls to depths of prowess.
Thy fear legitimate, engulfed by hate.

Forsaken by love, thy voice taken by war.
The falcon soars unlike ever before.
Thy enamel stained, thy index faded.
Fight our battles, evermore be hated.

Bloodlines kept pure like the horizon sun.
Whoever might take me will burn to ashes.
For the phoenix’s flames will let you burn.
My legacy’s kept until the close will catch us.
Drieks
Written by Drieks
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Tried out a new style. Any criticism is welcome.
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