I saw the new departure

Stuck inside a hole waiting patiently to be let out

But the warrior grizzled and powerful stands outside

Why do you hate me?

Understandably misunderstood

As the bard sings her crow song fluttering through her lute

As the mage gathers power only for the better and to disperse

The bear comes over the hill

Never forgetting that the path is clearer in groups

And that under every dark king’s helmet is a scared and hurt little boy

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