Amidst Chaos and Flame
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Her will could take no more
The slaying of the endless horde.
Though her body ached with no sore
Her conscience cried out to her sword.
A bloody and heated battle
With no end in sight.
How many fools must fall
Before her unrivaled might.
As Harkon's child
As the Night mother's emissary.
Flames wreathe her being to engulf her prey
Who will mourn their loss and misery.
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