Befoer you read this I just want to say: I am NOT a poet! Also, it's very easy.
In splendour I lived, in glory I died,
Tilion-bright was once my guide.
In defiance I came, for honour and pride,
For mistrust I left, my victory denied.
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
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