Speak to the trees

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FIRE FALL

Insurmountable pain,
Seems a relentless demon
Summoned from my ninth.
Arachnid eyes in cluster
Miss no movement of mine,
Preventing escape and engagement.
And so I greet my awkward relative
With averting gaze and submission,
For fear of inbred retaliation.
I, like the ranger,
Hold the undead lives of thousands in hand
As I am a son
Of the nobles.
I alone command by the sword.
I shall have my day of victory,
When demon and summoner will submit to me
And bid me their will;
And I ascend tiers
To the second son of Nimloth
And his lonesome court
To grow strong
Like his hidden son.
Side by side to rule
In white.
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