Golden SwordGolden sword, shining so bright in the sun, you are produced from thy sheath, and the battle is won. Thy glory is boundless, thy fame deserved, those evil spirits are dispatched, justice is served. Forged long ago in the flames of most heat, thy legend and mettle are impossible to defeat. You lead your people, swift and true, allowing all to earn what they are due. Soaring over the chaos, a beacon of light, a glimmer of hope above the din of the fight. Star streaks and moonbeams surrounding, your power comes quickly, the whole plane resounding. And yet you say you are notGolden Sword
MoondanceOh, good moon, your power so great, help me to make love from hate. I honor you, with many a song, and in your name, I can do no wrong.Moondance
You are a beacon of hope in the blackest of skies. Help ne now to break the Rope filled with hate, conflict and lies.
I bask in your silver gleam, shuddering slightly in your power. Simply laying there, hour after hour, until finally blessed with a single Moonbeam.
Impish ThoughtsPrance around, Oh, dance around, and spin your pointy tail! With eyes so sharp, and eyes so birth, raise up a mug of ale!Impish Thoughts
Now grab yourself some honey, though sweet its not as you. Now pick and stick and lick this honey, and then ask from whence it grew!
Oh, little imp, dear little imp, oh the tricks you pull! You steal some food, and push some fools, and even blindside a bull!
Such a noble creature, so quick, and oh so smart! But know this, my little impish friend, cross me and I'll bleed your little heart.
Myah
M3
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