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Echoes Of Time
My heart resides within the First Forest, where the trees are as big as mountains.
The wind gives voices to the Voiceless Ones,
and their leaves can be heard echoing through ages past.
Ghastly songs slither through rifts in time,
falling on me like the eldritch voices of dead children beckoning to me in my sweetest dreams.
How I await my exile to end.
To the Land of Evenfall my eyes ever gaze,
burning holes in the Echoes of Time.
poem
by
Soren Valentine
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