part three

s her sweet loving angel, set off for the dale kown of old as The Dark Angle,
And grabbing sword to her side, she filled with fierce pride,
There vowed to be by his side, even if in death he lied!
To her magical master, she said her partings, and a wand he did cast her,
"I love thee as my only daughter, and pray from the orcs you ride faster!"
She kissed him with love, a worthy old dear, but in true love she knew greatest fear.
Now for a horse she did thieving must, and local lord that night would cuss,
For astride a great stallion, ebony and sable, to war she rode able!
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The Dark Angle was like a roof gable, for orcs it shed off from lands tilled and scattered with maple,
The human counties of Richmond, Arin and Aveil.
Sheer as shattered rock could be dreamed of, the West of the pass was to steep even for grass,
And below this the armies amassed, and on the flank to the East,
Hills rose curving like the wing of geese, a path that rose high to the morning's release.
And thus came the dawning....
Skirling pipes and booming thumpings, crimson banners furling, the good host came a hurling,
Dwarves in armour sparkling, elves whose bows sent arrows swirling,
And human foot in legion, with knights from far regions.
Towards them came orcish gathering, leaders screaming, blathering, giant's kettle drumming,
While goblins leaping dark tunes a thrumming, evil did honour far, far outnumber.
Good King called out:
"KILL THEIR HEAD ONES! AND OF THEIR ARMY LET'S MAKE DEAD BONES!"
Thunder, shrieking steel, pounding you could almost feel! While the pipers played battle reel,
There came CLASH! And Death did deal! Arms and legs pierced and flying,
Kightly charge through ranks did barge, and havoc spread mighty large!
But round them folded unold vile thousands....

Orcish host flowed at Good King, but stalwarts around him stood in a ring,
And this was when the elves began to sing, and the queerest humming,
Like a whirling sling, filled the valley like living thing.
Here and there, amdist the evil rabble, those who in dark magic dabble,
Began to cackle for they tasted unknown power and them it rattled.
And then amidst the battle, many orcs fell on goblins,
Whom they carved like cattle, old scores on their hides did settle!
Sheathed in unseeing wreath, Silverblade his power power did screeve,
Grimly settled as evil its hatreds unfettled.
But the Mage of War, on the East flank, was beset by mass of trolls dank,
And their wrath his magic only fuelledd and drank!
The Main army shattered the foe, and after them did go,
But the left flank it's death knell did blow, and on them Hell did sow.
Three great hobgoblins, firing in row, magic arrows of reeking toxin,
And smote Silverblade....
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Scrying the action, in mystic fashion, Chandra of her love had no perception,
Cause of magical deception, but she knew from certain inflections,
Where he was supposed to be stationed, and her heart its beat did not ration.
When calamity fell in its fashion, she mounted and dashed on,
And spurring did drive before he was gone.
Tears dripping from cheeks, she pierced orcs and left them dying to reek,
And her gallant love seek, and after more lay dead, finally saw him in dread.
A wall of lethal, shimmering dazzle, had screened him from orcish sniffing muzzle,
Looting the corpses lying on the heather, not caring if foe or father, killing all with flatchett.
Mind swirling, almost falling, birling, she touched her soul's one true dreaming,
And he, with vision darkling: "Ah! My Bonnie Dar..li....ng......, aaaaaaah!"
And he passed away.....

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