Netheril : Age of Magic
In Character => Netherese Library => Topic started by: Dagonlives on February 15, 2019, 05:55:07 am
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A simple epic poem in free verse arrives as a submission for the library, handed in by a pensive looking golden knight..
The tale of our traitor-knight
of men, taken by undead
Left in torment, without light,
Puppet on Roz'dha's thread
He cries to his Brothers:
"Who are you to disown me so!
who are you to claim I must atone!
What know you of bitterest cold
of broken oaths and cracked bone!"
Once I loved and once I laughed.
But now my heart is old.
Nothing left, nothing grows,
only darkness and bitter cold
He gnashes his teeth, pained groans
Walks does he, clothed in bone so pale.
Fear his wrath, his heart of stone.
Know his sorrow neath traitor's veil