I warned you of what was yet to come,
When are you going to understand,
That I am the enchanted one,
Hush now and take my hand.
I will lead you into the dark,
To light the only way,
Being chosen as the only spark,
Upon the lonely darkest day.
Wait as I light the way unto destiny,
Be still child do not cry,
The night sleeps quietly,
Within the wind of the raging storm's eye.
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