A person is seen,
no marks is made.
The whisper is loose,
fear has awoken.
Legends are remembered,
from the lips of the old.
She arose from the grave,
to guide them away.
To protect her children,
there was no boundree.
Rules were broken,
she had no return.
Fom beyond time and space,
she moved from her place.
Hate was forgotten,
love was awaken.
She moved through it all,
beautiful and tall.
With memories in mind,
and a soul with love.
She flouded in the wind,
which told of her arrival.
A voice was heard,
in the wind that came.
The unspoken word,
was yet again.
Creatures answeared,
from the dept of their souls.
A yearning was shattered,
their hearts filled with blood.
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Submission Name: The ancient.
