Oh, There Was A Maiden Most Fair
Who Was A Treasure Most Rare.
But Woe!
She Was Cursed
To Be Wed To The Worst.
A Dread Lord
Of A UnDead Horde.
A Necromancer Most Foul
And A Cancer Who Prowled.
Shame Tormented The Poor Dame.
But A Fresh Wind Blows
From The Kind Lands Of Snow.
From Out Of His Kingdom
A Fearsome Warrior Is Come.
On A Horse Of Black
He Held A Course Towards The Castle of The Dread Lord Under The Crack Of Dawn.
His Brawn Reinforced With Armor Of Dragon Bone
He Blew A Horn Through The Morn.
He Burst Into The Lands Of The Dread Lord Slaying All Of His Cursed Horde
As The Maiden Was Praying, Her Spirit Soared With Hope.
The Warrior Charged Up The Slope Towards The Dread Lords Fortress
His Goal To Slay The Heartless Lord.
His Blade He Did Not Stayed
As He Slayed All Who Preyed.
Finally He Met The Dread Lord In Battle
As The Necromancers Horde Lay Dead Like Cattle.
His Blade In Flames
Against A Shade Without Name.
The Warrior Did Thrust
At The Unjust.
The Dread Lord No Match
He Was Dispatched.
The Warrior\'s Flame
Now Snuffed Out The Maiden\'s Shame.
Now The Battle Is Won
And The Maiden And The Warrior Are One.