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Advent Children -Thine Angel

thoughts of a distant land

The moon shines like a bright orb
the dark clouds only serve to reflect its light.
the stars are foreign to me, they are not of
my homeland.
The land is desolate and I miss the ancients as
they walk through the land.
Battles and cries of battles can be heard, a
struggle for power for dominance is strong
How long can this war-torn wold exist?
How long before I lay my head down in peace and
know the water I hear is a bringer of life and
not dead.

The bell sounds, they come again, always in droves
the undead move. To the tower I must go, Goddess guide
my arrows