April 13
My foes all fell to their knees, I had slain those whose souls were dark. The next day I awoke, To a sky cold and bleak. I heard a groan and croak, Coming from my loathing beak. I went to the dungeon that morn, Fearing that my spirit from inside out, would be torn. April 14
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