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The mists of time,
they once more dissipate,
we return to mighty Alahsar,
come, my Lords and Ladies, 
come. on golden wings, 
Alahsar, 
the golden beauty of dreams,
it does await us in its wonder.
The mists now clear,
we now see great glory,
in its golden splendour,
the dream called Alahsar dows stand,
as you may remember,
there was great revelry within,
a night of celebration did sing,
it was rivalled by no other.

Hearken to my words,
the song shall now go on,
The revelry  sings in the streets, 
great joy is singing,
there was joy and merriment,
in great abundance,
every soldier, not on duty,
they were within a dwelling.
They were not alone,
much mead was flowing,
their joy was abundantly clear, 
they now had their play,
primal passion was the dance,
on the first level,
to primal passion, 
these warriors put their strength.

Upward, on level two,
the streets full of revellers,
couples dancing, 
men showing their prowess, in games of strength,
such fun and frivolity,
the storm above, in its full glory,
A cheer goes up, cries carried aloft,
"The Dark Man comes."
There is much shaking of hands,
many hugs of friendship,
tonight, the people were one,
there were no petty feuds.
The Tigress, now arriving on level four,
her eyes gaze upward,
men, women and children play around her.

Now, voices are raised in songs of victory,
how sweet is the sound,
songs that would fill the warrior's heart with pride,
songs sung of a far antiquity,
also, of course,
songs sung of the golden king's exploits.
Songs of praise, ringing in the ears,
to the greatness of dream's mighty jewel,
songs that heap golden praise, 
upon the majesty of the golden king,
loud and proud, voices hang in the air,
Alahsar, the golden jewel, alive with golden song.

now, for one moment,
our thoughts leave the merriment,
this was a troubled time for the golden king,
darkness did threaten the golden kingdom,
Only the golden king and his advisors knew this.
The golden king, 
who, this night,
would drink the cup of celebration,
tomorrow, he may drink the dregs of sorrow's cup,
before an untimely end,
enough for the 'morrow my Lords and Ladies,
we look to the night of celebration,
let Alahsar praise the Dark Man,
let Alahsar praise all those he led to victory.

To Be Continued..........
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