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dusk arising

of Elspenore pt2

 

gathered came
the noble sworn
bereft of sword
nor treaty

as silent hung
the steely night
to witness
this, no duty

here raised a cup
each sombre face
blood brothers
of the flames

bound as one
assembled here
in mournful
chant to raise

drawn for
brothers fallen
parade the
midnight shore

beneath the stars
to sing of praise
for the gods
of elspenore