The water from the river sung,
As the leaves' screams died unheard,
And spread the Starlievers' chants,
Around the tree where the star necklace hung.
Glitching in and out of glow,
It danced along the wind's flow,
Referencing its owner's final blow
To his brother, before he fell to his death and bowed.
Each other's hands the cultists were holding,
And around them the flames were dancing ,
As their voices, echoing,
Through the forest were running.
Their capes rustled,
Their feet moved,
And among them stood
The young Henry Luu Wood.
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