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In darkness cast on time's canvas worn, Ripped wings long before I was born. A tale untold, a silent storm, Of devotion pledged to soldier's form. In the dreaming realm, a whispered vow, Echoing through eternity somehow. Before my birth, fate's fabric torn, Ripped wings of grace, for pain was sworn. Became the guardian unseen, an silent guide, Through battles fierce, by soldier's side. Feathers that never soared, now scars adorn, Firm do I stand, though my wings are torn. Through war-torn echoes and the silent cries, A glitter dance beneath starlit skies. Ripped wings, a sacrifice for my soldier's morn, A tale of ice and snow, of protection sworn. In the hush of night, when shadows dance, A frost-bitten nymph takes her stance. Whispering winds tell a tale forlorn, Of ripped wings, and a soul reborn. For every step through fields of strife, My guarding presence, a shield for life. Through the darkest hour, where hope is worn, Song and dance witness to all survival sworn. [Big Finish] In the heart of battle, where chaos reigns, A fey-touched pact, unbroken chains. Of Ripped wings, and all love sworn, For the soldierettes protected, from dusk till morn. [Fade Out]