seven people of light;
a walker of dark;
collect seven signs, are given
split thy light, dark thy rule
whom have dread, yet seven undismayed,
dare face his power
thy dark avows is terror,
to move from, to another
dark is terror still
their light and dark are no more,
just light no walker.
as having walker being passed
from servant of dark
to ruler of light.
the world now be it in peace
with no war and intervening d.ark
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