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Creatures of power, creatures of grade, creatures of beauty, creatures of strength. As for their lives, they set everything's pace. For all things must come to live. Under their emerald embraceย Either in their life or in their death.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?