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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 5. Utamol takes his bloody fill, tasting life's wine, never still, Dark Man in majestic motion, hate-filled passion, his chief emotion. War played in an ancient way, a horror too all, who fight this day, yet all who escape this misery, shall ever call this carnage glory. The battle, not lost, yet not won, Dark Man and Tigress fighting on, all mortals hard into the fray, Turvehr fights on in majesty. life so simple, shall it be gone? will all this death, be worth a song? the day that mortals did not surrender, before the gates of Alahsar. Now a change has come about, the enemy halted, there comes a shout, "Look out! our golden arrows come," the Goddess Athena.s fire begun. A rain of golden death on the bloody plain, ne'er see its like ever again, two mighty hero's, Dark and Gold, fashioned from eternal warrior mold. Athena races, golden chariot alive with light, a wonder of great glory too mortal sight, Athena and her minions, they come on the run, with blood-letting in mind, they gladly come. Charging in upon the left, Arlaghs fall before the wheel. Sword of truth, Oh, splendid, shining steel, in the hands of the sun's divinity, the Goddess Athena gains her glory this day. Beasts a-plenty, break and run, Utamol, now having fun, gains great glory, Heaven knows, blade of vengeance, blood-like rose. Dark Man holding light the blade, dead and dying before them laid, never finding peace, living or dead, love's wondrous plain, now bloody red. Still. Arlagh does not run, fighting on, till life is done, Athena shining, in her own, inner light, warrior of Gods, up for the fight. push, push, ever onward, always carry battle forward, battle sounding forever loud, dead and dying together, battle's sorrowful crowd. On the flanks, still archer's fire, striking home with hate's desire, Fight goes on and all fight brave, blood the mortar, bodies the pave. On and on, the hate goes on, surely there shall be a song, of all that happened this mighty day, Before The Gates Of Alahsar, so far away. Then an arrow comes in fast, the Dark Man, he is struck at last, arrow sinks deep in his chest, shall this be his final test? Arlaghs, no more in retreat, stopping now on balls of feet, Dark Man now upon his knee, the Tigress', sad eyes they see. To Be Continued............
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