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Harken to the howl of the Huntsman's hounds Or the clarion of kingdoms doomed and drowned And none may see again the glory of Avelon Or know the fates of all the races man has cursed Long gone are the ages of the alchemists Blessed are those who keep the secrets of the earth Lament the passing of the auroch And the slaying of the ancient wyrm Would you dare to meet the gaze of the basilisk Or face the flames as the phoenix burns?


I am Avelon.
The spark before the flame.
The hope before the sorrow.
The strength before the weakness.
The beggining before the end.
The life before death.
The love before the hate.
The gain before the loss.
The intelligence before the ignorance.

Liar but truthful.

I am

Avelon

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  9/1/2010

• Updated

  1/24/2012

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