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Laura Hain

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Laura Hain

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He's a ten but says the walls breath and they tell him to save peaple

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The man who will convict a god

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Horse in the Trenches

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In the heart of Darkwood forest, where the shadows whisper low,

Lived a creature, fair and mystic, with a radiant golden glow.

A man of grace and mystery, standing tall at six feet high,

With hair of sunlit splendor and a gaze that pierced the sky.

His locks flowed like a golden river, cascading down his back,

And his eyes, pure white as moonlight, held a wisdom none could track.

Elven ears adorned his visage, a testament to ancient kin,

And a silver earring sparkled, a token of secrets hidden within.

He wore a woolly sweater, vibrant purple like the night,

Black and red boots upon his feet, guiding him through the twilight.

Dark blue sweatpants hugged his frame, comfortable for his quest,

While a big brown backpack held treasures, and masks he loved the best.

For within that worn companion, a collection of masks he stored,

Each one a gateway to another realm, where secrets were explored.

Encountering this enigma, a chance few had ever known,

Would grant a boon of knowledge, that would leave your face o'erthrown.

With his presence, minds would open, as the mask he offered gleamed,

Revealing paths untraveled, as if living in a dream.

The mask bestowed upon the seeker, a gift from the forest's guide,

Would grant visions and insights, in realms where wisdom did reside.

Oh, the tales spun by the wanderers, who crossed this being's path,

Of the truths they unraveled, escaping ignorance's wrath.

For the man with golden tresses, in Darkwood he found his home,

Amidst the ancient trees' embrace, he'd forever freely roam.

So, let us raise our voices high, and sing this volk song's tune,

Of the blond man in Darkwood, who brought wisdom's sacred boon.

May his steps forever wander, through the forest's verdant grace,

Granting knowledge to all seekers, as they gaze upon his face.

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They follow

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Sir William got burned in his armour

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A sister of Battle

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The red jester. Never trust man's laughter