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Merlin the great
the magic soars above us,
it dances around us,
it waits for use to give them a job,
the peacefulness of the wind,
playful it is as the time of peace leave the fallen untold,
as magic consumes them into nature that is,
and their loved ones contain constant memory,
of those who have been lost in the pit of sorrow,
how sad the time of the fallen had been to them,
as the times and ages had came to them soon to end,
as the wizard merlin gave them their second chance.
poem
by
Nicholas Spandrel
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