Between the dusk and the dawn,
An eerie plot unfurls.
The secrets of the ancient scrolls foretold
What no man can behold.
That no mortal but one shall see,
A world of psychic combatants, so fantastic,
Of Ghosts and goblins, Of Witches and Trolls.
A streak of light marks the night
Shimmering to a standstill
He coalesced out of the dark shadows.
Eyes glowering like smoldering coals.
A sudden energy radiating control.
Upon his chest a crystal talisman throbbed,
Drawing on a power surreal.
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Add them up until two hands it will be.
Cancel naught until one remains.
United we stand – as a whole we gain.
At twilight he cometh to claim his prize
His reason. His birthright.
Strength and aura are his appeal
Extending a palm - an olive leaf
And the look in his eyes captures thee
Invoking “Surrender to me. Surrender to me.
To overthrow menace I must have thee.
My love for yours – My life than yours.
Take me forevermore.”
An invisible force propelled,
The words the truth to tell.
Leave, he cannot. Or perish. The Boon?
The world was theirs to claim soon.
One half before - now a circle without an end.
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