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The Fatefull Plain
The wind whipped up the sand about the lands of Spain;
And the Stormians had come to save the land, or so it is they claim;
For there they toiled under the sun upon that fatefull plain;
The footmen stood at guard alas for the Chickens had gone on before;
Pikes upright and polished bright, disciplined from the wars of Yore;
They stood in watch for any sign the comming of the Glory of War;
Tension eased and they looked pleased as daylight came and went;
And darkness fell,released it's spell once all the light was spent;
Yet, they stood fast, secure at last, their quest would not relent;
From out of the night there came a sound to make the very ground tremble with fear;
And from whence it came soon was abundantly clear;
The Riders swept from out the town intent to show them to their funeral bier;
Swords were drawn and strides were long when the two forces clashed;
And all too soon all hope to survive this night was dashed;
Yet fight with all their might did they, lest their honor be bashed;
And blood ran free, both horse and man, for flesh is easily torn;
And rays of light overcame the night upon the breaking morn';
They revealed naught but a dreadfull sight, for few were left to mourn;
The deep red blood of many lost brave men once slain;
Will mark this spot, forever it's told, a great and mighty stain;
In rememb'rance to mark this place as the dreaded fatefull plain;
Ok I suck at naming. Call it something better...
The wind whipped up the sand about the lands of Spain;
And the Stormians had come to save the land, or so it is they claim;
For there they toiled under the sun upon that fatefull plain;
The footmen stood at guard alas for the Chickens had gone on before;
Pikes upright and polished bright, disciplined from the wars of Yore;
They stood in watch for any sign the comming of the Glory of War;
Tension eased and they looked pleased as daylight came and went;
And darkness fell,released it's spell once all the light was spent;
Yet, they stood fast, secure at last, their quest would not relent;
From out of the night there came a sound to make the very ground tremble with fear;
And from whence it came soon was abundantly clear;
The Riders swept from out the town intent to show them to their funeral bier;
Swords were drawn and strides were long when the two forces clashed;
And all too soon all hope to survive this night was dashed;
Yet fight with all their might did they, lest their honor be bashed;
And blood ran free, both horse and man, for flesh is easily torn;
And rays of light overcame the night upon the breaking morn';
They revealed naught but a dreadfull sight, for few were left to mourn;
The deep red blood of many lost brave men once slain;
Will mark this spot, forever it's told, a great and mighty stain;
In rememb'rance to mark this place as the dreaded fatefull plain;
Ok I suck at naming. Call it something better...
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