DarkClaw: Prologue
Sun Nov 18 19:59:22 2001
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Those eyes, the deepest blue I've seen, they haunt me as I lay...
Those words that I so long to speak, they never come into play...
His voice, a whisper on the wind, no matter where I stand...
Fire seems to burst to life with the simple touch of his hand...

A wolf, a Warder, a man of magic, and everything in between...
Those eyes, again, they taunt me with tales of all they've seen...
Who can tell me the ending to this story that's just begun?
To the Weaver, I pray only one thing...that our threads be treated as one.

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