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[bodytext] => The cascade falls of fire Burn all who venture higher To orient gates of Ida’s fates In singeing wooded pyres Undead Roman legionnaires Riding undead flaming mares Protect the myth with a burning scythe From any who venture there Our hero finds himself Climbing high above the shelf Of earths own crust for now he must Find flames that never cease to burn High atop the summit’s peak We find our hero dead and weak From the sightless climb he hears the chime Of an undead general’s horn “You! Draconian beast of fire! Blamed and labeled saintly liar Whom the gods find fit to lead The undead ranks on fateful steed Let me pass into the cave Or feel my wrath you wretched slave I’ll smite thee now if you don’t bow I’ll place ye in thy grave” With a call that’d pierce a dead man’s heart The general gave a rampant start To quicken death for our hero’s breath But only found the swordsman’s art The dripping blade fell down aside What would be blood had burned and died Scorched steel remained on his arcane Sword forged within a holy pride The demon rests on smoldered ground His flames had died with a screeching sound The frame he held had seemed to meld Into the dirt, now a skeletal mound. This now concludes the first of our tale The seasons twisted and turned I call the muse to help me unveil This story scorched and burned [comments] => 1 [counter] => 336 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Gravehorn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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