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A Simple Poem
Jakbenimble
Kamees, 33rd of Malins Welcome, 1312 Last night I dreamt of the final battle for Aegis. I knew that the scenes I saw could not e described with mere words. But alas! I am a simple man, words are all I have, so here is my attempt to recreate the dream. - Luc ::  ::  The bloody sun shall soon set, :: The smoke fills the evening air, :: After the two sides have met, :: The world shall be beyond repair . ::   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  ::  -Verse 2-  :: Scorched craters speckle the field, :: Rivers of blood divide the land, :: To the Dragon, all shall yield, :: Held high is the blade, in his Black Hand. :: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :: -Final Verse- :: The sad cries for the lost,  :: The living filled with dread, :: The Corpses glazed with frost, :: Final victory for the undead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~