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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