[Sunsets over Moonlight]

At Nemea's shrine, echoes dance across the surrounding forest's trees. Snippets of poems that reach into heavens themself. Some begging, some pleading, some simple, some complex, some inquisitive. The canvas is always full, tall walls knocked down, shudders embraced.

 
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Dal'Thala hears...

 

"Butterflies dance, a sight so grand,
their vibrant colors, like strokes from an artist's hand."

"Though I cannot see,

I am not blind."

 

 "Each and every evening do we find the evening's veil.

Each and every morn, do we find is subtle trail."

 

"The dark is beautiful,

my sins are ample."

"Why fight?

Why bleed?"

 

"Unaware of its fleeting existence,

it greedily races towards its own extinguishing."

 

"In their unique splendor, each season's delight,

With every passing moment, a new wondrous sight."

 

"Move forward,

remember those you've come to know."

 

"I am one man.

I cannot take on the world alone."

"They dance and sing,
see what summer brings."
 

"I am burning.

They see me."