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When rune and choker bite as one,
And feathers brush the glass at dawn,
A birthday wish in silence spun
Will wake the power, old and drawn.

A friend with wings, a secret kept—
A promise broken, debts unpaid.
Through doors that only open once,
The price of freedom must be weighed.

Shadows gather, names are lost;
A cage will open, keys will break.
The path divides—at heavy cost—
And what you choose, the world will make.

When hope seems gone and night is near,
Trust in the light you hold inside.
For every fear that whispers here
Is just a shadow you must ride.

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