Songs of Albinor Number 18

"Deathly, Horrific Sight"

By Marcus Pan

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Deathly, Horrific SightCovered in grief of death and blood,
Albinor strives against despite.
Blood flows fresh and banes awaken,
A deathly, pallid, horrific sight.

Dark ones regain age-old abode,
Striving to vanquish high-elven might.
Gleaming blades that drink of blood,
Renewing battles in an age-old fight.
Warriors march clad in darkened chains,
They bring the dark and snuff the light.
Cannolbra is dieing as trees are wracked,
Alfeim braces for it's terrible plight.

Yet the elvenlands are just one place,
Where evil marches garbed in black.
Other races and other places,
Are subjected to evil attacks.

The black islands of Ierendi,
An evil and dreadful place.
Amasses an army great and strong,
And laughs in goodness' face.
Seeks to destroy the Duke Stefan,
And rule within his place.
To wrench the lands from beneath his feet,
They must destroy him without a trace.

Yet even more strife has reared its head,
And bared it's claws for the world to see.
With orcan hordes and banes of men,
A country is laid low in misery.

In the fear'd Orcanian Steppes,
Ishtar, her power she lends.
But in an onslaught of forces dark,
A country finds a dismal end.
Lobania strives deep in the Wilde,
But evil power darkness sends.
An army made of world's worst beasts,
Forces the deaths of many men.

Covered in grief of death and blood,
Albinor strives against despite.
Blood flows fresh and banes awaken,
Is the end brought near of goodness' light?

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