Poems by Leanthil

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  • Powerless hands of fiery sand,
    Voices of dead from every land...

  • When the garden of death withers in hues of all,
    And the screams of dryads fill the starry sky...

  • Like a gentle giant of fine marble,
    Dark magic permeates this place...

  • Welcome, o distant land's noble guest,
    Allow me now to take you to rest...