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Elements, Myths, and Mysteries
Some mortals say that we're bringers of life,Death and sadness, war and strife,
We sit, awaiting the truths foretold,
Some die young, some die old.
she sneaks in, silent,
and flys to the bed, oh so quiet.
takes the little piece,
and leaves a little treat.
and flys to the bed, oh so quiet.
takes the little piece,
and leaves a little treat.
I am what was once here, but never seen.I am both dark and light, yet my side is the gray between.
I determine justice and injustice, and yet, have no say in judgment.
I am both watcher and destroyer.
I am what can be, and what will never be.
What am I?
You're thinking evil, but it's not. I can be considered dark, or light, but really, it has no color.
A strong olive branchWith an owl perched upon it.
It's wise eyes watching intently.
While girl springs from her father's skulll split.




((is it OK that I made this?))
Moving water, back and forth,
Watch us as you head due north.
But beware- we aren't kind
To many others of a mind
Of staying, listening to the flow,
And not paying what they owe.
Visit Death atop these rocks
And be careful, you who mock
Those few brave souls, who are so wise
As to close their ears and eyes
While they pass beyond our shore,
Crashing, singing, evermore.