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Whisper of Hope

How so young be thrill with life, Of constant wonders of simple delight. The way to art of learning thrive, That teaches without the sudden derive. The art of study, the art to enlight, The way to be of credit's recite. The trove of life, from simple phrase, That begins with first step to be amaze. Its knowledge were spread, beyond of dream, To find two little critters, discussing their gleam. One would ask, "how many does it take to capture your heart?" The other would answer, "Just one single start." Whatever we are or how we act, They discuss the basics of eternal attract. While the two would tell their tale, The rest would foreve

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Reference: VR 39-9339, Autumn

Name: VR 39-9339 Alias (optional): Autumn Species: Former Human / Revenant Automaton Gender: Male Age: N / A Height: 7'1 Weight: 283 lbs / 128 kgs Reason for Entering: The Extermination of the Red Witch Alignment: Any alignment, non-good Appearance 39-9339 or Autumn for short, donned in a full suit of light-alloy armour from top to bottom, wearing a human death mask of his creator. Painted in the colours of gunmetal grey with blue on the edges, he also wore a black longcoat with a hood. His weapon of choice is the HS Helscorch carbine - rugged kind of hardware with a terrible power to shear through metal or flesh. However, to power such a weapon, Autumn required his source to make it work. Five gemstones - the colour of blood - were lodged deep within the suit of armour, powering the Revenant with elemental might and rendering him immune to flame attacks. Each gemstone is placed: two underneath the pauldron, two on the legs and one at the forehead. Among the utmost importance of

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Sky Dance

Dance upon the skyward blue, With color mix of orange hue. Pleasing light of forming cloud, That art the world with distant shroud. Silent watch like canvas paint, Never reach or gone to taint. To all who glimpse the spotless light, That glitter beyond the starry night.

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Life but Dull and Gray

Last to light that never blink, that made their life but constant shrink. The same mistake of the average man whose life but dull and gray. While you accept the people's burden, rushing that is now hasten, There is but not hint of hope that's broken, never the warmth to stay, There is the light that gleam its dreary shine, sever the warmth to stay; Only darkness to pray.

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Weeping Wolf

My tears Cannot be reach. Nobody understands This old, forsaken wolf who fell, And live. Such waste To be discard. Such as time betrays me. How long must I weep of the loss And gain. My friends Told a secret. Friends of the Forbidden. Theirs are now within flesh and blood And tears. No weep. Hunt…hunt and more. My tears now but acid, Just come before my eyes to store Galore. Implore, I beg of you. Let my voice pause to hear. Let my cries reach of those who fear… As I…

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Stone Lantern

Whether to rest under those tired eyes, Their endless dream in life of lies. Yet here we play the games of fate, Destine to fall on the grand illustrate. Mark by the lantern, the light rage on, Countless stones that stack into a song. The souls would act, they know their best, Dance for the life that don’t need rest. In mist and shadow, their hearts gone glow, Deaden eyes the stare of void they show. The form would shape, pale to fade, Deeds of the fallen that lost their trade. Young and old and strong and weak, Forge by war and peace they meet. They rise, disturbed, their lantern spark, For none would stop their endless march.