Cronus

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The wind whispers tales, stars weep above, a forgotten gate creaks open wide,
An ancient curse from shadows deep, plunges the world in chaotic tide.
Three tears of gods, wishes concealed, lie dormant in a tower so cold,
Six talismans, gifts divine, await the chosen, a heart of stone to hold.

A beacon in the darkest night,
A hero immortal, by Doina's plea, answers destiny's call, a king of right.
With sword in hand, he comes to mend the ancient wound, to bring forth peace at last.
With a heart unyielding, he braves the storm, on fields of ash where shadows dance and cast.

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