The Dungeon Bard's Lament
In shadows deep, a poet's whispered verse
Ignites the hearts of youths with rebel fire,
He pens the words that tyrants would conspire
To silence, lest their rule should face a curse.
Anonymous, his voice rings out, a call,
A clarion for the restless souls of youth,
He dreams of justice, freedom, and the truth,
A world where chains of oppression shall fall.
But rulers, fearing change his verses bring,
Condemn him to a dungeon, damp and cold,
Yet still his words like secrets shall be told,
Through whispered tales, their fiery echoes sing.
Enshrouded in the dark, he finds his might,
A voice that pierces even blackest night.
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