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The Jounral of a Wanderer
regisnex
These days are for not: The people cry freedom: From death and opression. The Undead wished rot: The people cry for help: A warrior rises to the suggestion. The valiant knight battled along men alike: In the cold icy fields. The snow turned red as the men lost sight: But not their shields. in the end the battle was won: The knight left for parts unknown. His victory never sung of, His pride too fragikle to wait for them.