Original "Poetry": The Fall of Vendothand

The Fall of Vendothand

Ivory towers shimmer above an emerald sea

    Forest mists lap at shores of stone

A crimson sun sets in the east

    Failing day, gives way to night

From the northern deep of Narasul

    Comes a seething horde, black as pitch

They march south with fiery torches lit

    Souls of evil burn with hate

Defenders stand upon the curtain strand

    Elven hearts stout as stone

Holding fast to the walls of Vendothand

    Ere sorcerous darkness breaks

 

A shining light cuts through stygian night

   A magi rides through the writhing dark

Warding evil into heedless flight

    Hope is kindled in the keep

Into the gates the Magi rides

With staff held high, their power bides,

A beacon in the darkest hour,

Their magic wields both strength and power.

The seething horde now halts its march,

As spells and incantations arch,

The very air begins to crackle,

With energy, the world does dazzle.

The defenders, hearts now light,

With newfound hope, they stand and fight,

Elven archers, warriors bold,

Together they'll protect their hold.

The crimson sun begins to rise,

And evil from the city flies,

In the morning's gentle light,

They've vanquished darkness from their sight.

The ivory towers shimmer on,

Above the emerald sea's calm song,

The forest mists retreat from stone,

And peace and hope are now their own.

So ends the tale of Vendothand's plight,

And the Magi's courage in the night,

A saga of bravery, strong and bright,

In the face of darkness, they found their light.