The silver dragon cries
Wishing it could again travel the skies
The hunter the, thief, and the knight
All began thier neverending fight
Blood is spilled
As the corrupt ones cups are filled
Leaving those who are pure to die.
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Chronicles of a Filandrythian
A mysterious red leather book, that seems to want you to read it.
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