As the armies of King Wrynn,
Approach the castle,
Thrall’s forces in full retreat,
This is his end,
His guards are as dead,
The players retreat,
They fill the air with blood,
The clouds turn red as blood,
And the rain falls like acid,
Upon the injured soldiers,
The King found Thrall,
And struck him down with his sword,
As those around him die.
Nicholas Spandrel ©
Nicholas Spandrel
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