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In Memory of Vlad Masters' Voice
A voice that echoed through our screens,
Now silent, like a whispered dream.
A presence felt, yet seen no more,
You leave behind a gaping sore.
In tales where Vlad was father dear,
I found a bond, imagined, near.
A second chance, a heart redeemed,
In my stories, it seemed.
In canon's world, a villain's plight,
Yet hope remains, a flickering light.
For deep within, a spark so small,
Could change it all, redeem the fall.
Your voice, a symphony of pain and pride,
In every line, you came alive.
You gave a villain heart and soul,
A legacy that keeps us whole.
I mourn the loss, my heart is sore,
Yet, in your art, you'll live once more.
A tribute from my heart to you,
In my dreams, you'll remain true.
Rest in peace, dear voice so grand,
Your legacy will always stand.
In every whisper, every shout,
Your spirit lives, without a doubt.