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Friðrik Jónsson

Heed how we forgot the races, heed how we forgot the land, heed our unworthy cases, heed past times of grand. ~~==~~ Forgotten be the magicks of old, forgotten be its peace, what changing remains of that mold, we hold on fates weak lease. ~~==~~ Strung and strong and ready to strike, the hand of Fate, ready us out to wipe! ~~==~~ Basically, yeah, self-explanatory, now I better hurry and press send before I change my mind about that awful and/or dreadful poem. ;)

Published More than a year ago

Category Fantasy

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