A poem made by Jason Grant, depicting the meeting between the opposing forces of Good and Evil, who are making peace for generations.

Gathering

The winds tell tale of a new essance growing forth,

from the trees and springs,

from the air and sounds,

traveling upwards and out over the vast oceans,

letting all who listen and feel for its breezes know,

a meeting is happening,

and not any ordinary meeting,

one that will all soon be forgotton,

but one that will stand and last for eternities,

this Gathering is one in a million,

between the forces of good and evil,

however this time there will be no fights,

as the meeting triumphs over hatred and deceit,

treachery and defeat,

for here today the meeting takes place,

between all opposing forces, no more.

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