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From the mountains, he came,
Dark and dreadful, none knew his name;
And yet, his purpose was well known,
He left for love, and he was coming home.

A long time he had been gone,
Faded into legend, and then into song,
And then into nothingness, for the world moved on,
And the world was well, well past its dawn.

Of death and destruction, these he knew,
Cities, empires, ashes that the wind blew.
For good, for evil, death came to them all,
And on their graves, danced a fiery formal ball.

Of children, his were long, long dead.
Brought in by women he loved only in bed,
Touched only by people that wanted him to die,
They lived their life, and died a lie.

For him, no lone was ever found,
Life a mystery, and death profound.
His goodness was a mystery not well known,
He came to the darkness, for his light must be shown.

And yet, there was one he did love,
Darkness itself, with her velvet glove.
Good loved Evil, while everyone cried,
His sacrifice, her anger, and billions died.

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