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For she is the darkness, the divine of devastation. Souls of fuel and night of duel; she takes the shadows with pride. And in the forgotten night, of which the lands despair, she huddles with the children, stolen from one without care.

See, she isn't some ghostly foul, nor one lost in locks, she's taken to heart from a valley of hawks. the repair of her nightly wings has taken time, energy without rhythm or time, and carries upon her the mountainous verbdom, of where power takes out what none may heard from. the disembodiment of soul and mind, take the nightly presence from one to mind; to take the shadows and ones within, to damage the ones who begin, its for us, the lair to power, through SHADOW AND DARKNESS, she is in.

/the darkness the valley, the heart and soul, stolen at night for all that we know, take it; what one is or isn't, for the ones not there - " we are the night..... thy night of ones not there.

Xiloria, for whom she gathers, taking the souls and taking the gathers, we are not left behind or lost in these matters for she is our own and the only one that matters. The care and the power of her darkness within; she is ours and the only one we are kin; take us, for whom are told; she is our god, destruction untold.

Take it, take our darkness and be free, but, we will come back around and take what you can see; We are the night, we are three, God of darkness night and devastation, yet the ones that are free.

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the vastness so great, demise and darkness of what relates, Xiloria hides within. The night she hides in, the sky we try in, casts poor shadows below. We take the rounds and fly unbound; upon the open ground. the darkness so vast, leaving us so fast, directing us alone.
Hiding the dark, of what's to lurk, gives us what none shall work. the shadow we hide within and reside,; take us for once we have died.

Xiloria, the goddess of the clan and the night sky that holds all of them; she leads the clan in misery and stands the grounds of which pain is brought. Xiloria was found upon the ground along Putri, a lair since abandoned, and was brought back to life along our darkened waters. She takes the energy of the shadows and darkness cast, revealing the night of which surrounds all of us. She is the controller of darkness and takes it within herself; she builds the night on top of us, protecting us within the shadow. the darkenned life brings flavour and spife to our grounds beneath us. it takes our hand and ;leads us toward the unbunounced land of which trifes and causes greif to no-one but, us. We are her land and we are her hands. She is the god of our lands.

Take us, upon the night. Trade and treat us but we know who we follow and who's right. Xiloria the god of darkenned shadows, thee god of which we reside. take our side, first and subside, we ride, the stride, of which we follow her.
our lives lead no fate, of none who could relate, we land and bide, by her side. Xiloria, the god of our demised night.

Taking us in, now and for-in, she is ours and our own. She is our darkened side.

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“Xiloria took our sky, upon an arrye, day.
Say,
She was the one to covered the sun, and casted ya down below, show; we know that she took us with her absent glow. The lurk, of the murk, of our dark rich night, tells us the ruckus is what our luck’is. She was lost and found like so many of us, abandoned and alone, Forged in stone, born of the night, or ones who were never told what’s right; the clan of dark lost souls, is part of Xiloria and what more’do’ya need.”

You crossed your fingers,
But it should’ve crossed your mind,
It never would’ve worked,
We were all seeing blind
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Xiloria of the night,
Taken from and take delight
The night, the darkness is hers to quell.
I fear the mockery, the dearth,
The whispered night-whisper the mocking air.
A seeming madness is in the dark,
Before her chains and with it her rage I see her
I loathe and thirst for the brutal force
This woman holds the responsibility for how the world works
What she is doing and why is up to me to figure out.
Well, I can look away from that past
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Tori, the young one,
Crazy yet small one,
Fun yet crawl young.

She’s the small chosen one,
Empty,
But still full of hope.
Tori’s the happy one,
A lady won,
Light of skin and light of heart.
Tori’s the gray one,
The very youngest one,
Virus of love and love of reason.
Tori’s the pirate of the sky,
Great white hope from Mars.
When time became gray
She stayed and did not let go.
This is what I know