Dusk

Speak to me,

oh, heavenly and divine winds of the West;

whisper with your gusts, the tale of the Great One.

His desire for power more seen;

a lust for death hidden in the shadows

cast upon his figure from the light.

Born of split blood,

baptized and raised under the zeal of madmen;

The Great One begins his search.

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