...I bind my soul to this land,
As I try my fate,
Hoping it breaks.
See the song of our spellbound worlds,
Travel the lands undeterred,
Relish the life you have,
And make this your new past reborn.
I see our future,
By light of the Reals,
Fantasy and luck of lost reminiscence.
This, a Lost Page of our minds,
Scattered along the faded sky,
Chosen pieces seen from below returning forlorn.
I, of sworn destiny, give way to Fate's Door,
The curiousity you hold soon satisfied,
Binging darkness to balance Twilight's edges,
And become the siege of our Past.
Travel. Remember. Protect. Join.
The four Forms of instinct, made by man.
To Remember the values of life in the Light,
We turn to these, our First actions...
And we are reborn.
Living Passion Community Member 
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