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Summary:
the horde
skiming the darkness I wait
something will surface it always does
drawn to me from deep within

occult larceny, stealing from my health
draining me of my thoughts
taking my strength

the horde hunts its own
magic undisturbed calls to me
with questions of should I?

wield the power so naturally there
conficted grey, I was taught it was bad
grievous error, suffer not a witch I ask why?

fear grows, the horde approaches
sensing my magic crackle
it is with decided direction

my target in place I strike
not wrath but retribution is had
they will not hunt their own
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    1. Well damn. Seems like you’re accepting the dark side, but on your terms perhaps? I like the power this implies. Controlled but coiled like a serpent. Good stuff!

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