Orleron at 20:32, 31 May 2020

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	[[Category:Books\| Ballad for Vichan and Carek]]		[[Category:Books\|Ballad for Vichan and Carek]]
	[[Category:Songs\| Ballad for Vichan and Carek]]		[[Category:Songs\|Ballad for Vichan and Carek]]

Orleron: Created page with "{{Book}} Vichan's line Was pure and prime Before the gates that held the dead, With spark and fire Burnt his desire To lay the restless upon their bed. Cautious down each st..."

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Created page with "{{Book}} Vichan's line Was pure and prime Before the gates that held the dead, With spark and fire Burnt his desire To lay the restless upon their bed. Cautious down each st..."

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Vichan's line
Was pure and prime
Before the gates that held the dead,
With spark and fire
Burnt his desire
To lay the restless upon their bed.

Cautious down each step they bore
to cobwebbed hall, and dusty floor
And in silence still and heavy ... they stood,
From whence upon them burst the rattling horde
chill bone white, berift of sword,
Trying heart's resolve and faith in Lord... to be well understood.

Now, most don't fear
'til they be near
that which ghaslty shambles forth,
and when sorely pressed
to give their best
will Gorethar see their total worth.

Yet Vichan strode
as is the code
to battle adversary,
His arm striking home
splintered stone cold bone
littering dark floors funerary.

Now silence falls
in darkened halls
the torch's flame does flicker,
through shadow's guise
their searching eyes
And pounding hearts beat quicker.

To end of hall and sealed door
the two stand calm and fast before
pausing...., the portal's belly sealed,
Vichan nods, then Carek turns
the handle's creaks and groans do spurn
and chamber's secrets are revealed.

The mind is strong
where arms go wrong
and many rush forth to their demise,
yet Vichan stood
as well he should
and stayed the path most wise.

Upon them thrusts the unlife mass
of rotting flesh and reeking gas
yet stand they fast, to no advance they yield,
their shoulders locked
their blades held cocked
the rush they met with with mind and shield.

Their blades weaved dance
in that holy trance
as their host was laid to rest,
They sheathe their blades
Their friendship made...
it was clear the pair were blessed.

[[Category:Books| Ballad for Vichan and Carek]]
[[Category:Songs| Ballad for Vichan and Carek]]

Ballad for Vichan and Carek - Revision history

Orleron at 20:32, 31 May 2020

Orleron: Created page with "{{Book}} Vichan's line Was pure and prime Before the gates that held the dead, With spark and fire Burnt his desire To lay the restless upon their bed. Cautious down each st..."