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Child forlorn

Bequeathed to forests

Under skies clouded with abandon

In such veiled alcoves

Resting chalet of stone, Temples of a people...

Clandestine in the blood of their transgressions

And soured by vindicated hatred

Out from the drudge of festival

To harshly claim their stake

Shrouded in green, off mystic

That Child, ghostly white, embraced.

Become as one, guardian.

Protector of secrets

Defender of the people

To forgive a trespass

Is to forgo security

Outlanders silenced

Brought before the haunch

Lest thee speak out of turn

Their overseer

Their paladin…Keeper of the abused.

Shall spill thy blood

With steadfast resolve

And the grimace of the once forlorn