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the new plague.
A painting meets me on every floor,
It's eyes follow me to every door,
The eerieness sets in.
I could see encroaching darkness,
Arcanum of a forgotten hardness,
Purloins me amidst the din.
Myriad jaws unhinge,
Deathly fires seethe and singe,
The forgotten truth,
The last phase,
Now embryoes spring of age.
The jaws, they lock.
And the babe, it rocks,
Its naivity, its grace.
Caterwaul sounds,
The lost battleground,
The air has a acrid taste.
Modernisation sets in,
A loss of innocence for all our kin,
The new scourge,
The new blight,
Is found in the ersatz succour of the night.
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Many years have come and gone since I awakened in this worlds-realm. Too many years of darkness and death, disease, war and evil. Yes very much evil.
My father was Taliesin, the greatest bard in the world, I carry his legacy on my shoulders, it is my destiny to surpass even him. I am the phantarch.
Last edited by The Phantarch : April 9, 2008 at 10:35 AM.
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the new plague. 
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