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I'm no good at making riddles, but here goes.
The world is dark, no longer free,
And I, amidst the evil, see
Usurpers from a far-off land,
Who deem to fight along the strand...
These tidings, bourn upon the breeze
Of others from across the seas...
Their sin has left me e'er aghast;
The feud will o'er eternity last.
Okay, this isn't really clear, but I'm looking for a specific name here, which, I hope, isn't too obscure.
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