The greatest riddle, borne on the breeze
Hear it whisper through the trees
Someone is coming, a legend indeed
Approaches Opussia on a jet black steed
A writer of tales, epic in length
Has descended from his tower of strength
And armed with just his paper and quill
Poems be written to chill and thrill
Riddle me that or riddle me this
It's someone you know and love and miss
I won't say more about who he may be
Who the hell is it? Just wait and see...
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@misslittleDHP @Stablish @iPuss @eddie12309 yes I talk of the return of Weirdwolf. We spoke this afternoon, and he may be back tonight or not, or just soon. Watch your feed... πππ
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