That band wagon doesn't seem to have a flautist yet...
Arimaspea
Upon my death I traveled north in raven shape,
Accompanied by sun-struck Phoebus God of light.
We rode his heaven's chariot with him at reigns,
And I atop his shoulder, cawing to the wind.
Kester the HylopathIn a way, he lied copiously. Not all the time, and not necessarily to
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