Roberia
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Many have fawned over you,
Yearning for the hand of yours.
They would betray their morals, their beliefs,
and fight each other to be the strongest.
Yet you have skipped away from there,
Into a land foreign to your own.
To strengthen your country, you took up arms,
A giant sword, whom accompanies you.
Raid and slay, you have begot,
towards any whom luck falls off their route.
A name of fear, and true respect,
build solidly onto you.
It was then that you met me,
With intent to kill clear enough to see.
Unwavering strength swung the mighty sword hard
But that which I confiscated had to part.
So your obsession to kill me began to grow,
You spent gold on weapons 2, 3 and 4.
And yet each time, I took them away,
Like a naughty little child that's had too much to play.
Sad and depressed, you knelt on the floor,
Unable to bear the ridicule anymore.
That was when I patted your back,
and promised to forever be your wings.
We walked the lands, with you on my back,
visiting areas, enjoying the scenery.
Searching for the curse which plagues the land
And destroying it, a memory forgone.
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