The paladin in armour stood
A-watchin' on the hill,
Her eyes the distant wood did scan,
Sought enemies to kill.
Her face showed that she assuredly could
Swing sword with greatest skill,
And turn the balance back to Good
Dark blood she'd surely spill.

The paladin with swords then knelt
Hearing the roaring cry,
Of innocents, their death blow dealt
By Evil on the sly.
She prayed with fervor rarely felt,
Her rites she then did lie,
Which caused Chaotic flesh to melt
And her enemy to fly.

A powerful battlecry she screamed,
Blades flashing with cold light,
Lost souls the paladin redeemed
As she launched into that fight.
Blood on cold steel darkly gleamed,
Calling to what is right.
The enemies stood, high-esteemed,
But the paladin felt no fright.

Right, left! Thrust, dodge! A skillful parry.
Leap back! Engage! They're dead.
One woman, alone, demeanor scary,
One thrust! Her blades shone red.
The blood then flowed, Death would not tarry,
As the paladin lopped off heads.
She stood, a dancer, quite contrary,
To the foes she filled with dread.

How can this woman stand alone
'Gainst foes numb'ring too great?
Her mailed fist crushed their flesh and bone,
Her aim eternally straight.
In her blue eyes her fury shone,
Indication of their fate.
A thrust, a man gave his death groan,
Their numbers did abate.

Thus she fought into the day
And long into the night,
Time again they came to play
But ran away in fright.
A dark shadow came her way,
Its bearing exuded might,
That paladin began to pray,
Her form shimmered with light.

With a mighty thrust of the dark figure's hands,
The paladin fell to her knees,
And beings from foreign, Chaotic lands
Came out from 'round the trees.
Dark fingers touched ink, and then the sands
Of Sleep ignoreed her pleas,
With a cry of might, the holy one stands,
The shadowed being flees.

With prayer and a beautiful, gleaming sword,
The paladin fought her foe,
She smote the mighty Chaos Lord
A strong and harmful blow.
A sharp, pained scream, a blasphemous word,
Her body went colder than snow,
And then some rope, a silken cord,
Bound paladin in woe.

Behold the paladin so fair
And Chaos Lord so foul,
The writhing one who's lying there
Giving an enraged howl.
The Chaos Lord gave her a stare
From deep within his cowl,
Then 'round her shimm'red the air
And the paladin gave a scowl.

The paladin lunged forward with
Her blades held in both fists,
A doubleslash, third strike, fourth, then fifth,
Not one of them did miss.
The Lord called his chaotic kith
And circled her with a hiss.
He sang a hymn straight out of myth
And summoned the eldrichmists.

Holding her breath, the paladin struck
The Chaos Lord's head from his form,
The entities knew they were so out of luck,
But still they continued to swarm.
With chaotic humbug in throat firmly stuck
And thoroughly starved by the worm,
The paladin fell into the blood-soaked muck
And was hit by the chaos storm.

The paladin then gasped for air,
Knowing her end was near.
Thoroughly harmed, with no blood to spare,
The paladin felt no fear.
Her falcon nuzzled her with care,
Cheeped softly in her ear,
But her eyes did blankly stare,
No longer did she hear.


Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Chronos, in the year 470 AF.