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The fourth

A tale of Decarniaraptemen

He Follows.
He does not know.
He does not care.
The bell did not ring; But the horn was blown.
Before my Time I have come.
Tis of no consequence.

The Heart, she pounds trice.
To glimpse the guise on her demise
To the ever watchful glare
Of the Trice beating Heart

They chime as they die
Crying behemoths driven to one purpose
To ferry those lost
To Heavens Hell and the Time within.
Make Fast
and Heavens Fall shall rock a pens thunder
with Her voice I now do write
To end this subtle converse
As you have read this
Our minds are plagued with Art. The Grand One. And She be marked Death.
Sired and Inspired by

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Many Thanks for the Inspiration.
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Pocket-of-Dreams Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2012  Student Writer
I love the ending the most out of this. (:
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The-Anariarch Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2012
My Thanks~
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Pocket-of-Dreams Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2012  Student Writer
You're welcome! (:
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