Imperiums

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Mighty dwarf Zyf
Traveled in solitude
When he was too young to be bold.
Twas not out of pride,
Twas not out of reason,
He just did as Myn had foretold.

Mighty dwarf Zyf
Met with the Talons
For righteousness sake to behold.
Syn’s Get were released,
And they fled from the East,
To answer as Myn had foretold.

Stubborn dwarf Zyf
Fighting Termilatude
When traveling into the cold.
The shrinking of days,
The sun went away,
Because Myn’s words were not foretold.

Clever dwarf Zyf,
Philatarian savior,
Snake-men from days of old;
Salmon’s pearl restored,
No longer ignored
The words of Myn as foretold.

Triumphant dwarf Zyf
Returned to the Empire
Showered with riches and gold.
Truth starts as mere kernels,
Find answers in journals,
The Writing of Myn’s priest, well-told!

All who are doubters are puppets on strings
In the Avitian empire and beyond.
Beware of the man that goes by the name Flann.


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