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From celestial harmonies and emerald flame,
Jade descends where war calls name;
A chorus rising, strong and bright,
Her song of mercy, her song of blight.
She weaves the Jade Light through friend and foe,
Healing allies where hope runs low,
Yet scorching darkness where shadows cling—
A symphony of fate no silence can still.
Her Light’s Judgment rises like dawn’s embrace,
A circle of judgment, both boon and blaze;
Those who enter bathe in radiant might,
Where life is tempered with righteous fight.
With Symphony of Mercy she guides the fray,
Three anthems born at break of day—
Strength, resilience, war‑song fire,
Hymns that lift the weary higher.
Eyes of Ophanim watch friend and foe,
Slowing the weak, stripping armor low;
Yet on kind hearts the gaze bestows
A distant hand to heal the close.
And when the final crescendo calls,
Glory on High through stormlight falls;
A flight of brilliance, jade and flame,
An ending thunder none can claim.
She is both dawn and twilight’s grace—
An angelic lament through war’s embrace;
Where life and death entwine in rhyme,
Jade casts her verdict across all time.
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