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These are the days as they have always been in this dreaming place,
go out in the wilds facing great dangers clothed in mithril plates,
we step out of ourselves, choose awesome abilities, looks and race,
going about facerolling keyboards, killing at unbelievable rates.
Then came the day that against all bloodthirst and ravaging power,
spreading Her words and penning sharpness like there is no tomorrow,
a poet arose from Her inner self, blooming outwards like a flower,
inducing lightheartedness and loud laughter, evaporating one's sorrows.
She came, She saw, and penned down Her wonders,
you may find Her in the special place over yonder,
where the bees giggle and people's anger parts,
bringing peace and tranquility to everyone's hearts.
Ever so often Her muses inspire Her and new ways of a-muse-ment arises,
this is Her thank you from me in some humble awkwardly written phrases,
She wanders off to boards in faraway lands where Her texts hypnotize us,
for the joy She brings to my Dear Goldie and our mood she upraises.
She came, She saw, and penned down Her wonders,
you may find Her in the special place over yonder,
where the bees giggle and people's anger parts,
bringing peace and tranquility to everyone's hearts.
Before, unknown to me, since then good company when on troll killing,
now She is my (maybe-)someday-sister-in-law, one unique in a million,
always in for a chat and thriving towards fun-hunger stilling,
surely every being in these Realms will know Her as ... da' Zillian.
Watcher