From the Ancient Tales of
The Chaos King and
Wolven Silver,
A shadow of the foretelling
Bent on bringing on their
Ultimate demise,
The whispers of red lips
Lingering & of Truth
Beyond doubt,
From the shadows our
Hero emerges
A fiery mane of invincibility
A sword of chaos equally,
Two thousand words later
The land he found so pleasant
Lay in ruins stretched
In grammar broken,
Failed
