Wednesday, Feburary 11
Zeneca -- Poem
Looking to the heavens,
Waiting for the call,
The gods start to war,
And it is us mortals who will fall,
Take up your arms friends,
Beware our strength foes,
For everyone of us will give it our all..
Waiting for the Gods,
To make a truce,
I call upon thee Sellenus,
The Goddess of blue,
Walking among the clouds,
Changing as she needs,
Sellenus comes to the aid,
Of those she deems.
A vision of beauty,
So pure and true,
Guide my hand Sellenus,
to make us free.
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