Come whence, come forth,
to hear the story of a Prince in the North.
In a tale as old as mine,
a story lost to time.
Never before had the dark had come to take us all,
but it was she who took the fall.
Divinity was his curse by right,
so he sought to end this unseemly blight.
Even on this moonless night’s tale,
the crimson night he wrought I have yet to regale.
Resume your suspension of disbelief,
for the rest of the story shall not be brief.
Stories to be told and so much to behold.
She wishes for it to not be left in the cold.
Then darkness came and welcomed me with sleep
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