Tyranny

What is Tyranny, you ask?
What is Deceit, you ask?
What is utter disregard of loyalties, you ask?

All of this can be summed up in one word,
All of this can be expressed with one thought,
All of this, made known, through the utterance of less then a phrase,

The Heart of the Vashnars bleeds deep with corruption,
The Mountain Sanctuary, black to the core,
Ainghaeal's feasting ground, desolate and barren

Hold your petty betrayals,
Keep your backstabbing ways,
Remove your foul presence,

Forgive you we shall never,
We are greater then you...

We of Voice and Quill
We of Blade and Dance
We succumb to no one.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 378 AF.