Tinman gets his Heart

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I'll tell you a tale that came to me on the wind,
This tale came from truth and I cannot rescind.
This is a tale of love, a tale of woe.
A tale of friend who has now become foe.
There is a strange one, called 'robot' by many,
But his soul is strong, as pure as any.
He has had one great love, the one he calls 'Heart',
And with that introduction, this story does start.

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In days past, there was a fight and the horse did sadly die,
Leaving torment too strong for tinman to even cry.
Grief overcame, and it scratched its composure away,
And without others knowing, he visited its grave every day.
Many moons passed, and his pain did not cease,
Nor did his pilgrimage, he needed release.

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There was another, called Julanar, a healer, a friend,
Who was happy to help and a hand she did lend.
For she also knew loss, and her heart was full of compassion,
She thought she could help the horse, in a fashion.
For fear and pain was in her heart and did consume,
her every thought, so her quest to heal did resume.
She had found a scroll, one of 'ultimate healing',
and from this hope, her pain lost some feeling.

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It took some time to decipher and read,
but this was critical, and something she'd need:

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*"From the solemn angel, a single tear,*
Gathered by one with no vertical fear.
Metal from a vein of Devil's gold,
From atop a dune, by a town of old.
Where the rivers water stops, gets deep and yet,
Down the cliff a strange plant grows without getting wet.
Nearby, down deep, under a single tree's shade,
A single sweet berry, from a bush has been made.
Last a token, a totem of a light never dead,
Lost under waves, settled on the sea-bed."

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What these lines each meant, she had no clue,
but it was evident to her, this she must do.
There was an angel she had seen before, in a way,
A statue near the caravan where Heart did die that day.
She travelled to Arcadian Revival to find Wings and more,
and soon in Argence many had assembled before,
They travelled back and each item was got,
though to what end, the helpers knew not.

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The tear from the angel was a treacherous find,
The gold from the dune was uncovered and mined.
The wart discovered near a river, all dried,
The berry found below a tree trying to hide.
Finally the totem that was buried under the sea,
Discovered, recovered from the water did it flee.

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The alchemist then mixed and poured,
pondered, tasted and thawed,
each ingredient until it was all ready,
and in her good hand she did hold it steady.
At first nothing happened until thunder did boom,
and within the potion a new colour did bloom.
She led them to grove ready to decant,
and with all around, she started to chant.

*"Oh powers of the Earth, the Sea, Fire and Sky,*
We ask you to, help this friend un-die.
Please let us erase all remorse,
As we return this friend, this horse.
Back with your friend, the one from the start,
Please return to us, the one we call Heart."

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With a flash of lightning and a splash and a start,
the horse awoke with a faintly beating heart.
Alive, though it was, something was not quite right,
for it's appearance did happen to give quite a fright.
It's flesh was all rotten,
like something forgotten,
and left underground to decay,
full of worms, day after day.

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The healer was excited, the Tinman has his Heart,
but not all were impressed and a squabble happened to start.
Fingers were pointed by friends formerly held dear,
as they each struggled with their most deep, inner fear.
For death had been conquered, but life not truely returned,
and this left a sour taste and former friends now turned.
Against each other, each their own view,
So much conflict arose from just a few.

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"Unacceptable!" cried Wings, she said "This is not right!"
and with that the Tinman and his Heart did take flight.
Morthrin did declare this as most evil and wrong,
While Zephyr wondered if she wanted to belong.
Keo stood firm, and took a neutral stance,
declaring "No 'thing' is evil" which gave them a chance.
For a middle ground option, not destruction nor creation,
But to preserve for a time to ponder in mental gestation.
The demon was not happy, and threatened the preacher,
but Keo stood his ground and would not allow harm to the creature.
Julanar sat defeated, thinking this was to be a moment of wonder,
But to many of her former friends this was a grave blunder.
So they parted their ways, these friends that once had been,
Torn apart and distrustful, their ties severed clean.

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So please heed this story my friends and do heed it well,
For the road paved with good intentions, sometimes goes straight to hell.

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