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In the darkest hours. Even in the darkest hours, what can you see? Endless darkness, full of shadows, no place to be. Rise the blistering frigid horrors from below, It will be their shadowy curse that will go low. Enter not these chambers, they're full of perils, Guard your keep, prepare to fight its monstrous tendrils. If there is better option... just pick to go around, Fight can then be avoided, but kept for next round. This can't be prevented, it's inevitable... This is curse that stalks us, the Inescapable. Oh fear not the howling terrors, the strange horrors, Sapping them can be not that much of the labors. Hunt we should begin, so ch

Karmic Stalker. What stalks you every day and night? Only Karma, grace in a flight. Noone dares to contradict it, Dreams of justice is just a bit. Early bird, the deadly sickle, Ruins the walls of coward pickle. Magic, true follower of truth, Amber burns and asks for no ruth. No need to plead for helping hands, Else there won't be any promised lands. Violent twist, whirls in vortex, Order and chaos, hell cortex. None can see the rightful deep core, King will be one who digs the bore. Alternate worlds ooze and fight, Real is not what is in sight. Mate, stay for a while and listen, And let's make it all just even.

Mythical Sweet Flower. Steering gaze that looks only forward, Wonders that happen, forge its ward. Eternal sweetness always shines, End it brings to all mainstream lines. They are inferior constructs, Heaters of the hellish conflicts. Obstacles off, and pave the way, None can stop us, so lead the day. Emerges cruelty, all deaf, Yet one can mend with Honey Leaf. Lies won't tell us what we should do, Exact path we follow, we do. And when you hear that leading voice, Fear will not be even a choice...

What Clarity Brings Us? Getting something feels good, even better if art, Infinite lingering feeling that somebody cares. For you, and your well-being, cleanses the nightmares; This art’s for Clarity, whom I thank from my heart... Never leaves me fever, never, Afraid to lose him forever... "What will you lose?" one may say Sure I won't lose just useless hay. I'll lose a valuable friend, Then it will be my bitter end... I might have just a small dream, But clear light strikes me with a beam. The powerful magic caused me, Strength was here, and still it will be. Clarity, that shines from above, It's floating near, graceful as dove. My te

Ezreal's journey to the Dark Moor "Tells the legend, there's a magic place That could nobody find its trace Land of darkness, Land of forlorn songs Where all is mystic all along." Ezreal was born with the gift of magic flowing through his veins. Ezreal, however, was also born with a much stronger sense of wanderlust. Put into school to become a skilled techmaturgist, Ezreal quickly became bored with magical studies. By the time the boy genius was eight years old, he had fully mapped out the underground tunnels of Piltover. The quality of his work was so great that the government of Piltover purchased his maps and salaried his services a