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Arian's Year cycle poem

Once upon a midsummer night,

A group of stags began a fight.

Horns and Hooves, blood was spilled.

On the Goddess Earth, for which he was killed.

The Earth sprouted green as the elves,

Who sang and shouted, their voices bells.

And the Sylphs amoung the air,

Heard their shouts and joined the crowd.

The pheonix overhead heard the crys,

Of the joyous festival down below

He called upon the mermaids

They came to the surface to see the show.

Nothing pleased the Goddess more

She tingled down strait to the core

as the Earth, air, fire and water,

Joined together like the year before.

But as the night went on,

The fires burned low to the ground

And the Dark Goddess descended upon the mound.

And as lovely as was the night,

It must all end in fright.

The Darkness dawned, and somewhere in the distance,

A group of stage began a fight.

One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced eachother, pulled out their swords and shot eachother. A deaf policeman heard the noise, and came up and killer those two dead boys. If you don't beleive my lie, it's true, jsut ask the blind man, he saw it too!--------Thanks Ben.