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Arckon
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The Complexities of Arckon
I am Arckon
son of king Archon
Of the Archon order
And what are you balverines doing over,
over your border.
poem #1
Life hath left me, and I grow cold
My body covered in the mourning dew
I wished to see my phoenix fly on the horizon blu
I wish'd to grow old
But that is a story often told
Some say "i am to young to die"
But my hourglass wasn't flipped over says I
My body stares blankly at my spirit in the sky
As my phoenix blu begins to fly
Nothing ever happend worse than this,
but to find out what "this" is
You must already know it.
I am Arckon
son of king Archon
Of the Archon order
And what are you balverines doing over,
over your border.
poem #1
Life hath left me, and I grow cold
My body covered in the mourning dew
I wished to see my phoenix fly on the horizon blu
I wish'd to grow old
But that is a story often told
Some say "i am to young to die"
But my hourglass wasn't flipped over says I
My body stares blankly at my spirit in the sky
As my phoenix blu begins to fly
Nothing ever happend worse than this,
but to find out what "this" is
You must already know it.