Archive for July 27th, 2009

Trained well in shortened days and ready
the bands timbre for striking songs heroic,
now on traveller’s eve the shield hand steady
finds in darken’d hole the remains of Kai.
Scriven’d remains in blue’d forefather’s tongue
Speak now the volumes lost to killing silence
of future deeds, her people’s love long gone.
Then too stood ready hands to spell violence
onto strange minions of temples far keep
and pen in strongest verse the party’s hist’ry.
Then foul warning gave wrack and cause to weep
the loss of Kai, woven to tragedy.
Then eight stood close the count of vet’ran.
Shall we don fresh the frowned mask again?


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