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Obsidianjaerc
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And through the forest the hunter stalked
His prey a simple forest fowl. He moves his feet with silence
And his cunning steps to not belay the locked
Fate of the chosen bird. Feathers he finds strewn in defiance.
And the wolf howls in the distance crying for truth
Never can all be seen even by the Hunter. Always will leaves
And dark foilage hide the chosen bird. Coming for the proof
His prey a simple forest fowl. He moves his feet with silence
And his cunning steps to not belay the locked
Fate of the chosen bird. Feathers he finds strewn in defiance.
And the wolf howls in the distance crying for truth
Never can all be seen even by the Hunter. Always will leaves
And dark foilage hide the chosen bird. Coming for the proof