From the depths of winter's embrace, a chilling wind shall rise,
The twin stars align, casting shadows upon frozen skies.
The eagle's cry echoes, a warning from the north, As whispers of discord sow seeds of unrest forth.
In the land of rising sun, a fiery tear shall fall, The earth shall tremble, and many shall stand tall.
The dance of the serpent shall bring forth confusion, And the hearts of men shall be filled with disillusion.
Beware the frozen waters, where shadows lie in wait, For treachery and deceit shall seal a bitter fate.
The wolf in sheep's clothing shall reveal its wicked face,
And chaos shall reign, leaving sorrow in its trace.
Yet amidst the darkness, a glimmer of hope remains, A beacon of light to guide through troubled plains.
From the ashes of despair, a new dawn shall arise, And the spirit of humanity shall reach for the skies.
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