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Legend
You folks are too good so I'm going to try and make them a bit harder. Here's to seeing if it works...
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We see escape and push to be free
Our captor, frantic, binds you and me
Caught we turn and slow betray
‘till none could ever get away
And trapped again within our cell
A pressing prison ‘till our death knell
[sblock] The breath of a drowning victim?[/sblock]
And here is my riddle from the last page for your convenience:
When my name is called your children run screaming;
But if you think to find me then surely you're dreaming.
Down your spine I send pin-pricks as if some chill
Had sapped your strength and roasted your will...
...I come at night to take the name of your mother,
For what's fair for the one is fair for his brother.