Epoch Epitaph
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Epoch Epitaph

It's a bright day when the red fire rages, Chants of the rebels spur the flames higher, The smoke fills their throats and the buildings too,

Memories lost in previous pages, Kindle vanishing in hymns of the choir, Witches stir potions; a revolt will brew,

Haunting fresh motives are put in the mix, As the new children sit round the campfire, It's a concoction of terror they spew, Elder ideas ride over the Styx.

There's no longer two.

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