Mountains full of
empyreal life
become crisscrossed
with magic that sparkles in flight
The screech of a hawk
shatters the air
chasing off crackling
echos of chaos, of fear
In sunset's last shadow
secrets glitter unseen
to be lost in the maze
of Faes clandestine schemes
Their world holds a
darkness bent on twisting the soul
through tendrils of
terror they'll ravage you whole
But Hope's silent
whisper continues to beat
hiding deep in your
heart where no Fae can reach
And lifted by words
laced in white glowing ire
You will vanquish their evil with your furious fire
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