Fabled

Pass the torch
Try not the scorch the tapestry

Running dove
Downed by the falcon above

Argent rose
Absent snows on the piedmont

Faith on a post
Values we find most endearing

Face on glass
Backwards on an ass to the stable

She owns my heart
Or at least the deep blue part

Dance on the table
Telling a fable like seanchai

Drunk on myself
Arrogant elf destined to do blind magic

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