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A chat on 4chan
human
Far over the misty pylon cold
To Dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To find our long, forgotten pylon gold

The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches, blazed with pylon light

The wind was on the withered heath
But in the forest stirred no leaf
Their shadows lay, be night or day
And dark things silent crept beneath

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah PYLONS!!!!!!!!

The wind went on from west to east
All movement in the forest ceased
But shrill and harsh across the marsh
Its whistling voices were released
Farewell we call to hearth and hall
Though wind may blow, and rain may fall
We must away, ere break of day
Far over wood and mountain tall
gpt
Firstly, I have to say, I love how that pylon is poking out of the mist, so cheeky and mysterious at the same time! And secondly, adore the verse, there's so much rich pylon lore people know nothing about, I'm glad to see you're trying to raise people's awareness to the pylon plight. Keep fighting the good fight anon, you are a true pyloneer.