Written by: The Imprechaun of The Bog Misty Storm, Poet of Mischief
Date: Monday, April 19th, 2004
Addressed to: Everyone
(This is in the style of Nightshadow if you don't follow it correctly
You won't see the secret messages)
Dark forboden hills encumber the land, and within a castlE sits a man,
and on this mAn he wields the sword, the sword that swore to avenge the
man, thaT sits in the castle in the land, encumberd by dark forboden
Hills.
To the enemy of the man, that sits in the castle within the land, Of
dark an forboden hills of sand, a pact on one he does command.
Years go by and soon we see, the enemy deep in cOmpany, with the man he
once did decree, for death now had thy company, embraced within these
hollowed halls, now stands the man who did recall a pact of thy enemy
you see, in the castle that sits in the land, encUmbered by the dark
forboden land.
Penned by my hand on the 16th of Haernos, in the year 126 MA.
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