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Oct 28, 2006, 08:42 PM // 20:42
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Ascalonian Squire
Join Date: Oct 2006
Location: Canada
Guild: Lusus Naturae
Profession: N/Me
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The Monk's Murmur.
Here is something I wrote to thank all the healers out there - whether primary or secondary. It is a shorter poem in my series of profession inspired poetry, but that doesn't make it any less important... As you will find out. Enjoy.
The Monk's Murmur Blue and white surround your night, Warmth fills your mind and breast. Calm your screaming so that I may restore your might. Trust me, soldier, and put your soul to rest. Take my hand and step away from the dark, From oblivion. Your time is not nigh... Hear Dwayna say so with a relieving sigh. My spells will deny Grenth his mark. |
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