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A city once full of splendor

Now reduced to rubble and ash

Tattered flags wave in the wind

The city now statueless.

Shields at the ready

Armor glinting in the sun

Catapults move into position

The time for war has come

Fighting to reclaim their homeland

Their helms mask their anxiety

Slowly trudging through the battlefield

to meet an uncertain fate.

Dark mages and the undead

Winged beasts of malevolent spawn

Emerge onto the battlefield

The Dark Lord’s army!!

Set ablaze at the flick of their hand

Screams of burning men can be heard from afar

Asphyxiated from across the land.

Under powered, they’ve already lost this war

Black skinned beasts encircle the skies

With wings that eclipse the sun

Breathing black fire of plague and death

Caught in the blast, they’ll wither to ash

Warriors of the sword are no match for the arcane

Years of training could not prepare them

Limbs and organs strewn across the ground

Their brothers in arms lay dead

Maimed, Slaughtered, Crushed x2

Burned, Dismembered, Slayed x2

Amidst the flurry of bloodshed

A white clad knight rises

Using deadly sorcery and blade

He slays the undead with ease.

Standing in the tower

the tyrant glimpses

A warrior of considerable power

For a moment their gazes meet.