Doors burst asunder,
Light flows through the empty doorway
A figure clad in armor shining, strolls in holding high a blade
Roars he once "The Devil's Coming!", and then he falls unto the ground.

In councils grey frightened words are whispered

As the peril strides ever closer
Falcons spread their wings and fly,
And the sound of doom aproaches
Knights stand ready, unmatched fighters
Blood is spilled and fortress burns.

Blood is spilled and their fortress burns, but the messange has been
sent
For their fate, evil wil fall.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Miraman, in the year 315 AF.