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As they reach the golden gates,
turning, they do face the foe,
the Arlaghs,
they would come with power and might,
too kill,
the ground will shake when they charge,
they shall run hard for their meal,
always hungry is the Arlagh.
Come then forth, to meet your fate,
you hounds of Hell,
hesitate not, you hounds of Hell,
the time of your death may be come,
for Utamol is free and does loudly call,
"the sword of blood,
will have you all."

"Stand-alone and you will die,"
the Warrior Queen cries, from perch aloft,
"We stand here, let night's horde come,"
he spoke, as he felt the Arlagh's rage,
it did roll across the emerald green sea.
No man came out of the gates,
he did stand-alone.
the enemy was readying for their attack,
the charge would come, the blood-red moon,
A man of dark would know his end soon,
he would fight this enemy to the end.

With slavering and gnashing of teeth,
the Arlaghs did come on,
the other creatures of the night, 
they came on slowly, more cautious,
it would take time for them to reach the gates,
Turvehr and the Dark Man, 
they did male no move,
so still they were, 
before the golden gates.
Silent as statues they were,
showing no sign of fear,
both were ready for the blood-letting, 
blood would flow freely, on both sides,
Turvehr and Dark Man, 
single heart, single brain,
now, they stand under a darkening sun, 
the Arlaghs come.

Chapter..........1..........Part..........2..........1c.

Look now, my Lords and Ladies,
the golden gates are opening,
from the golden gates comes the Warrior Queen,
the red, they follow her, in their strength,
the mounted red go onto the flanks,
everyone is moving quickly,
the unmounted red,
they stand behind the mounted Dark Man.
dismounting Turvehr,
the Dark Man stands next to his love,
his eyes were seen, 
a living fire, within his cowals dark. 
forward moved the Dark Man and Warrior Queen,
as more of the red came out of the gates,
the Arlaghs were still charging.

Moving out on the left flank,
the mounted archers,
their white mounts,
they walked onto the emerald green sea,
there was no fear,
the red, so-called, because of what they did wear,
red breecs and the red shirt.
They were now outside the gates,
formed to charge,
They waited on no-one, they charged the field.
they charged across the emerald green sea,
the battle crash soon heard.

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