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P R O P H E C Y
The moon rises high as the lands below sleep
bringing forth change from far in the deep
talons that crackle, wings gleaming bright
points that burn and glow in the night
claws that tear and summon the cold
new life that blossoms from what was once old
an old foe awakens, creeping in with the tide
the blessed and the cursed, our fate will decide
It's that time again. LEAVES, so many leaves and vivid colors. Have fun in the piles of leaves! Leaves.
Air-Tribe... be the leaf.
Greetings from Snow~
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