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Eclipse
GRIM HILL shadow placid valley.
The Samurai’s rest, under the watchful eyes of god.
Gleaming golden blades gather strength from moon.
Its unfinished visage lingers,
as if devoured by a giant.
Pale with gloom in transparent violet hue,
unites in prayer, divides in war.
The biting cold drifts along the slopes,
A warning for your soul, let not your resolve be weakened.
Slow times under the starless sky,
never lose hope, for fate would pry.
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