In the realm of mortal plight and earthly sorrow,
Where humanity walks in the shadows of its frailties,
The gods, in their boundless mercy, cast a light,
Bestowing gifts upon the chosen, so humanity might not falter.
These chosen ones, bearers of divine grace,
Are the shepherds of will, the guides through night''s gloom.
In their hands lies the power to heal, to mend,
Harbingers of love, they stand against looming despair.
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They carry the torch of hope, the beacon of new dawns.
In their words, wisdom flows like a gentle stream,
In their actions, the gods’ love for mankind reveals.
So, let this tale unfold, as it weaves through time and fate,
A testament to those who bear the gods'' gifts,
Their journey, a path marked by trials and tribulations,
Guiding humanity to a future where light conquers the dark.
In the vast expanse of time''s relentless march,
Where destinies intertwined like threads in the loom of fate,
The gods observe from their celestial thrones,
Bestowing their favour on those deemed worthy of their grace.
These guardians of humanity, chosen by divine hands,
Embark on quests that shape the course of history.
With burdens heavy and paths fraught with peril,
They illuminate the way for those lost in despair.
Through valleys of shadows, over mountains of doubt,
Their journey is a beacon for the weary and the forlorn.
In each act of kindness, in every sacrifice made,
The essence of the gods'' compassion is displayed.
Let this verse echo through the ages, a timeless ode,
To the ones who carry the light in the darkest of times.
For in their courage, the strength of the gods is mirrored,
And through their trials, the destiny of mankind is forged.
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