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               the poetic stories of the Ocs               
                       -by Lancerot-                       
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                    (Archayon's) Hallow                    
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(Archayon's) Hallow
Who knew you were just as hollow
as a night without the stars
who knew you were just as hollow
as a day without the sun
as the spiring without flowers
the autumn without leafs
the winter without snow
and the summer without heat
who knew you were just as hollow

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                  (Dovahbrony's) Welcome                   
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(Dovahbrony's) Welcome
welcome to a land not unlike your own
with miseries and secrets to behold
welcome to a land unlike your own
with kindness and love even in a hole
welcome *Dovahkin** to equestria*
where you will be forever not alone

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               (Lancerot's) chaotic harmony                
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(Lancerot's) chaotic harmony
Am I chaos?
Am I order?
Or am I neither?
Am I ice?
Am I fire?
Or am I an icefire?
Am I darkness and evil?
am I light and good?
Or am I neutral?
No... I am me
I am lancerot
I am darkened spectrum
I am balance.

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                (my thoughts) why when....                 
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(my thoughts) why when....
Why is a bird lost in a meadow
When it can just fly up and go home and be all mellow
Maybe the bird ran away, desperate for change
Why is the mother bird crying
When it could be searching for its son
Possibly it just wants it for work, not real love
Why when the bird ran away did his brother stay
And deal with the reality that is his mothers cuelity
Maybe he was not brave and decided to jump to his grave
In a different world the bird did not run away
The mother loved in every way
And the brother loved and did not fall away
What separates the two
Is it magic or something new?
A god to keep them from the noose?
No it was something we always do
We made a choice
The father bird stayed.