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Before the Gates of Alahsar - Original Version - 2
2. Off into the distance, total darkness, to the right where all was light Divinity thy beast is coming from his land of endless night. The thunder and the lightning playing terrors own sweet symphony. Darkness, which is soul destroying, brings the man of dark to thee. And then the beasts do scream in anger, for the vengeance of the light is near, summoned by an angel cry, many of the night shall sing death's song. As God's anger strikes the earth, upon lightning bolt Unicorn falls, black as night, horn ivory, upon its back, a figure of black. The Arlaghs, they who never fear, kin to wolf, they never run, head of wolf, body of man, legs of wolf to speed them on. Always toward enemy, ne'er retreat, kill all mortals, eat of meat. Red the day when Arlagh strikes, blood, their nutriential drink. Fear spread through the mortals that fled, they saw the signs, all was lost. A master of the darkest night, now come to earth but what the cost? Would womanhood pine away, at the closing of the day? Would man be done, ne'er to return? Would their flame finally blow out? Riding forth across Badicha's plain, unicorn and man of night. Straight as the errant flame, they both do come into the light. Sword, Utamol in his right hand, held aloft to the child of light, in salute to beauty's all, in salute to woman's power. They do turn to face a foe, the Arlaghs they begin to come, ground will shake where e'er they go they do come upon the run. Come then forth to meet thy fate, Hounds of Hell, no hesitation, for Utamol does softly call, the sword of blood will have you all. "Stand alone and you shall die." an Angel cries from way up high. "I stand here, let any come," The dark man said, before the gates. No man came, he stood alone, Arlaghs forming as they ran. The charge was coming, the blood red noon, A Dark Man did await his fate. With slavering and gnashing teeth they came, the Arlaghs on their deathly charge. Both Unicorn and man of night, Moved not from where they stood. Silent as statues standing there both ready for the blood-letting to come. Man and Unicorn, single heart, single brain, standing under a now darkening sun To Be Continued..........
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