Shadow rises, quiet, grim. Power fades for those too dim. Strength in silence, strength in will. Weakness breaks on mountain chill. Storms remember every slight. Thunder watches from the height. We hold secrets like a blade. Truth in darkness, power made. No throne stands without our gaze. No coward hides in storm or haze. Claws of judgment, sharp and sure, Cut through lies the weak endure. Winds obey the ones who stand. Storm and shadow shape our hand. Lightning follows where we tread. Fear runs silent, cold, and dead. We do not kneel. We do not break. We claim the right the strong must take. Luna’s turning marks our reign. Shadow rules through storm and pain.
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