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A Bitter Wind - The Poemby
A Bitter Wind
In cellar deep he worked the spell
His power fed from magics well
But when she saw this darkened cell
She warned You are creating hell
He turned her out; he locked the door
Believing in an endless store
He siphoned magic from the core
Deaf to her plea Do not take more!
He came to say The spell is spun
Gloating til he saw the sun
Black and bloated, What have I done?
His brag turned tail upon his tongue
She saw him then, heard his lament
As they stood upon the battlement
He called to her, I cant repent
Destruction was not my
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