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From the north wind's whispered sting,
A shadow's voice, a raven's wing.
It falls on "U", a chilling word,
Echoing fear, unsheathed, unstirred.
No form is seen, but dread takes hold,
A serpent's hiss, a story told
Of frozen lands and blighted bone,
A winter's grasp upon the throne.
The crowd shrinks back, hearts turn to ice,
As whispers bloom like serpent's dice.
U stands alone, a flickering light,
Against the dark, with all her might.
The shadow's voice, a rasping song,
Weaves doubt and discord, right and wrong.
It claws at hope, a poisoned thorn,
But U's resolve, a tempest born.
Her voice, a sunrise, pierces night,
With words of fire, dispelling blight.
The shadow flinches, fades from sight,
As "U" ignites the crowd's lost might.
No longer whispers, fear takes flight,
Replaced by embers, burning bright.
U leads the charge, a warrior's call,
Against the shadows, one and all.
So let the north wind howl its cry,
The shadow's voice will surely die.
For every "U" who dares to rise,
Brings dawn's own light to open skies.
Remember, "U," when shadows fall,
Your voice ignites, empowers all.
Stand tall, let hope your banner be,
And chase the darkness back to sea.
@>------Your Januarys Math-- -----23
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