Don't ask
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Steel feathers
Iron bone
Forged in fire
Made by angels
Worn by mortals
They are waiting
The cold wind blows
A herald of death
Those with wings
They are spared
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Of the Shadows
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"And, um, you’re not going to tear my heart out and eat it raw?"
"Oh, not again. Look, it wasn’t raw! I had it roasted, on a bed of mixed greens, with a delicious red wine reduction sauce!"
"Oh, not again. Look, it wasn’t raw! I had it roasted, on a bed of mixed greens, with a delicious red wine reduction sauce!"