SARAPIS : Sides declared, a world alight,
Torches stretched beyond our sight,
Rivers, starry-lit didst run,
A mighty war had just begun.

A northern tide, its banks now broken,
Against His knights the mob had spoken,
A crimson beast didst stalk the earth,
With daemon choirs to hail its birth.


SKELETON : Witness Sartan, clad in mail,
And watch His ivory hordes assail,
Smile as dessicated waves,
Bid that Bastion share our graves.

His Wickedness didst ascertain,
So many skulls, yet ne'er a brain,
Were beaten on that battlefield,
Our forces split o'er Ashtan's shield.



DAEMON : In fury didst His rage abound,
His minions fleeing from the sound,
In terror, didst our fear evince,
The power of that Iron Prince.

Gazing over shattered bones,
Lord Sartan snarled in vicious tones,
With glacial heart and ire hot,
Didst Evil hatch a second plot.

A butcher's bill is ever steep,
Where death is sown, so Death will reap,
So tells our tale forevermore,
A woman's shadow graced His floor.





Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 553 AF.