Many years ago Alden walked the lands alone
an old man in robe of stormy grey
his snow white hair and beard hung to his belt
supported by a marble staff
He bought light and healing to a land
filled with corruption and pain
his glowing blue eyes burning the darkness
causing it to flee away in terror
He taught the people of the country a way of life
and how to learn from their mistakes
though he spoke with a voice of thunder
his actions and smile were always kind
Birds and animals flocked to speak to him
and he always enjoyed their company
no one was eaten or hatred in his presence
as they were all afraid of his reaction
After hundreds of years he retired to a cave
and settled into a deep peaceful sleep
waiting for the time when he will be needed
to walk the lands alone again
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