Have you come watcher to tame my soul?
I come flying in between the wind and your breath on the blood red horse.
Can you see that moment not now not then?
I am a red beacon so you may see me, calling all who will come.....
come to me I call, I am surrounded by white fire turning to ash those with a dead soul.
Soothe my Spirit?
no watcher you are to join me in the battle
You are my guide.
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