-Serpent Dungeon
The chain unbows She hath been set unto motion. Her silver wheel turns, Turns into a rocky abyss.
Unsheathed the sword. Which lies in thy heart. For only the chipped rock can ride the tortured soul.
Hazardous lies falter through the Misted clouds of agony. The unfluttered lock Searches forth into they golden key.
Following through the dischanted forest Waves of leaves fall forth. At site in sparkled streams, Faintness glows swimming the rippled mind.
In all closure Only remaining one thought. This to be broken or thy cursed upon thy?

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