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Challenge 7 A Pantoum, by Georgie Nightstalkers In the moons fullest hour The Nightstalkers ride. From our remote, dark tower A writer’s war, worlds collide. The Nightstalkers ride Meeting challenges for glory. A writer’s war, worlds collide Closer to victory with each bloody story. Meeting challenges for glory Other guilds fall to the power. Closer to victory with each bloody story Nightstalkers shall reign, all others shall cower. Other guilds fall to the power From our remote, dark tower. Nightstalkers shall reign, all others shall cower In the moon’s fullest hour. Challenge 7 A Rictameter By Georgie Simon
Baby boy, joy Never so wonderous Life have I known Simon Nighttime Shadows lurking Strangers eyes following Into the dark Nighttime Darkness Terror creeping Slowly surrounding souls Closing in on Darkness
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