Humans are like stars, Some shine brighter than others, While some shine dimmer than the moon's non-existent glow, A tale from the past or the future's call, Who knows where winds are from... did it go up or fall? But when a tale is glazed of mystery forestall, Who would not want to hear it all? A little tale about a dim light, That got cut off even before it could put up a fight, Was granted a second chance by an evil might, In exchange for the shadows to eat up its light.
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