The Legends were one

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The poets corner
the silent streak
We walk the night
We fear the reek
The silence of it all
The crisis
It is the crisis
and the narrow minds
sink still
we think at large
And not at will
For those who dare
We dare to dream
The strength we hold
we keep within
For it was the silence
it was the silence that captivated
and the wrong one's still.