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Mar 2018
I’ve got my Sphere, I’ve got my spells
With plenty other whistles and bells
I’ve got my Journeyman, blue as my heart
Cause I know before we even start
The group may cast and bash and hack
And even drive the Darkness back
But when it ends, despite the pleasure
The increased skill and will and treasure
I’ve pressed myself to breath and bone
And then I’m left here all alone

 I set out with my friends and kin
With holy Light we travel in
To forests bright and caverns dark
And reawaken Aisling Spark
The rogue sets traps with deadly skill
The monk deals death with spirit still
The warrior swings his sword and mace
I fas until I’m blue in the face!
Our wounds with prayers the priest atones
Yet afterwards, I’m all alone

The monsters die, and skills we learn
But quick enough the fiends return
I grow in power every moon
But others pass me just as soon
We drive back Darkness from the night
But does that fill our Souls with Light?
I Awakened for a Lady fair
But she long ago left Temuair
I have Fire, Water, Wind and Stone
But blue I stand here, all alone
Michael
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Michael  45/M/Virginia
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