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A poem has been released to the public, first scattered about as white posters. It has begun to spread as simple gossip- mentioned, then quickly forgotten. One might hear this poem from the lips of another, or read it firsthand, noting the cursive handwriting.
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It was through misery,
that you must have bloomed alive.
You, an inconsolable thespian,
with great darkness inside.
It was near their tombstones,
that you spun a tale wrapped in cobwebs.
A young Elf who fled his homeland,
and on his royal grief you fed.
Tonight, I declare my greatest evil,
to be wrapped in a billowing cloak,
soaked in the color of the most
dilapidated opal.
The Rejected, with wretched excuse
to play a fence-sitting Dame.
Your indifference is implicitly
a mask for your malignancy.
One tale has been saved,
from being drowned in shallow graves.
Enough of your game has been played,
for my ire to forever remain.
Though it is too certain I must die,
I commit to vandalize each tragedy you spy.
I will starve you, forsaken mourning dove,
and alight this world with sanctioned love.
==—
On the backside of each paper that carried this poem, there is first a plain sentence, then a signature left in bright orange.
—==
Disavowal of the Rejected Arken,
Isidora Balis
—==
It was through misery,
that you must have bloomed alive.
You, an inconsolable thespian,
with great darkness inside.
It was near their tombstones,
that you spun a tale wrapped in cobwebs.
A young Elf who fled his homeland,
and on his royal grief you fed.
Tonight, I declare my greatest evil,
to be wrapped in a billowing cloak,
soaked in the color of the most
dilapidated opal.
The Rejected, with wretched excuse
to play a fence-sitting Dame.
Your indifference is implicitly
a mask for your malignancy.
One tale has been saved,
from being drowned in shallow graves.
Enough of your game has been played,
for my ire to forever remain.
Though it is too certain I must die,
I commit to vandalize each tragedy you spy.
I will starve you, forsaken mourning dove,
and alight this world with sanctioned love.
==—
On the backside of each paper that carried this poem, there is first a plain sentence, then a signature left in bright orange.
—==
Disavowal of the Rejected Arken,
Isidora Balis
