Through tunnels black as raven's backs
And Castles tall as Skies
The time and place
A stalwart pace
On trails of watchful eyes
Through night and day and night again
On foot and steed and stone
The sun and air
No flames compare
To freedom's novel tome
Ahead beyond the hills of green
To ruins though they ride
With blade and spell
And arrows fell
They cut their brave swath wide
Some friends had fallen on the road
And others turned aside
Yet smell of gold
An tales not told
Gave worth to trials vied
Another day, another Quest
Another legend wrought
No foe had seen
A fate so keen
The way the heroes fought
The human tied in hues of brown
The forest's brave marquis
Who's flights fell faultless from the sky
Like apples from a tree
The swordsman from another world
Who dances on the wind
A blade of steel
A heart of zeal
And mercy wearing thin
An Elven Lord from foreign lands
Who wears a drape of night
He summons fire
He speaks with Ire
His heart is full of blight
The halfling with the killing blade
A shadow in the light
Be quite aware
He's never there
In reason, or in sight
Their names are known
Their deeds are told
Their infamy abounds
So fear new world
And do not sleep
They wander on your grounds.
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Alkadian looked ahead to his riding companions to be sure no one saw him writing. Wiping the quill off on his saddle wrap, he quickly tucked away his scribes tools. He neatly rolled the parchment into a tight tube and dropped it into the wind. It drifted away care free as it crumbled into ashes on the air. Poetry was such a silly waste of his brilliant mind, but a sight more entertaining than this dreadful landscape.
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