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<p><b>New page</b></p><div>In darkest regions of coldest despair,<br />
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Came the Light that brought destruction.<br />
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Although hidden deep within Morgrad’s lair,<br />
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Her brother was sent to his salvation.<br />
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In that fatal moment she was torn,<br />
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Betwix sibling love and adoration.<br />
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It was Her will, so why forlorn?<br />
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There can be no better celebration.<br />
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Take up this moment and learn!<br />
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Darkest deeds may be catalysts<br />
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In glory souls sent to Her will burn,<br />
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Creating opportunity for lasting trysts.<br />
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Heed given to neither race nor creed,<br />
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For belief is a fragile thing.<br />
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And twisted for our use brings need<br />
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And desperate love, everlasting.<br />
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To Inwe’s will the murderer was bent,<br />
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Sapped of the strength to resist,<br />
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All fight knocked from him, life force spent,<br />
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He succumbed to a lustful tryst<br />
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Our Purple Rose ensnared the Hunter,<br />
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His struggle bound him more tightly.<br />
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Surrendering to this bleak winter,<br />
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No longer strong, proud and mighty.<br />
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So, the slayer of her darling brother,<br />
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Forsaking all, to her arms now came,<br />
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Used for breeding stock, nothing other<br />
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As his will was lifeless and lame.</div>imported>Milai