Priest of Zekiel's Prophecy

A day dawns. The runner stumbles.
In his shadow, terrors rise.
The golden hart holds the golden sight.
The sight illuminates the path.
On the day of his death,
A demon must ask the heart a favor.
The archer must bear the blade.

This must be, or the runner will fall
And topple the world.

Priest of Zekiel's Prophecy

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