The voices that needs to be whispered,
For it cannot be heard above the ground.
Come closer,
Look closer.
An hour,
A day,
Forever it might be.
For the black lake is filled,
With waters of the evil.
Seek us when you can,
For we won't be here for long.
How much ever that might be,
What needs to be done, has to be.
A wizard of the rarest type,
Raising dragons in the dark.
For there will come a time,
When the walk down the dock,
Would need to be made.
A stolen article,
Would soon be recovered.
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