Ruiner – a poem

Secrets of the Ruiner spoken

In days when it had a mouth,

A Voice, limbs to gesture for

Its purposes, a scream run down,

Spiralling through the ages far

Past its originator, the sages

Whispering of its eyes, the glow

Of a Ruiner oft remembered, flown

Higher than memories forever saved.

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