For over 100 years has Astrophel studied the night skies
carefully observing the ever changing patterns of the stars
he's considered to be the best by the other centaurs
as his predictions are rarely wrong
His pale skin and hair glow slightly
in light of the full moon above him
his silver eyes pierce the heavens
telling him the secrets of the universe
A beautiful golden lyre hangs by his left arm
ready to be used in song
his voice is the strongest part of him now
as his ringing tones echo through the night air
He knows his time will soon be ending
the constellations have told him clearly
his dying wish would be to ascend to the heavens
to be part of the stars he loves so much
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