A face a blooming flower
As pretty as can be
The light that shines within her
So bright it hurts to see
Yet deep a darkness stirs from slumber
Begging to be released
To dose the flame of honor
And fill her with deceit
The battle commences, propagates
All souls will go astray
But what will be their fate? You ask
They will find their hidden power, my love
They will discover their destiny
Devan Zimmerman 
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