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Clinging to a corner of the room,
Watching the actions that I take,
Ready to give me never ending doom,
Depending on the choices I make.

Flying ever so high,
You're a beautiful black butterfly,
Like chasing a creature of a fable,
Catching you I am never able.

Seemingly just out of reach,
As I run across this rocky beach,
With a small flash of green,
A chance is clearly seen.

I see not where my feet have fallen,
Nor did I notice your venomous pollen,
But it acted so very quick,
That my heart became suddenly sick.

We adore chaos because we love to produce order.

"Death is light as a feather, duty heavier than a mountain."

"The best plan lasts until the first arrow leaves the bow."
Matrim Cauthon

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