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The kingdom of Kras
Raised their arms,
Pointed their swords to the sun,
The evel Harkas,
Stormed the fortress,
Aiming for everyone,
Blades wre clashing,
Warriors were waring,
Murder was on the cards,
The noble Kras,
Faught with valour,
Seperating Harkas like shards,
Sparring was rife,
Two against one,
Evil clashes with pure,
The Harkas faught,
Needing no reason,
Only they were sure,
The king of Kras,
Did decree,
Victory in sight,
Though evil Harkas
Sure were they,
Believing in their might,
Sun did rise,
Sun did fall,
Over forty times,
As seige was laid,
Against good king,
Who was thinking of the lines,
Stop was called,
Fighting ceased,
A truce was set in place,
Till the Harkas,
With murderous rage,
Refused to lose their face,
Challenged they,
To the Kras,
A competition of some skill,
Choose your best,
To face my champ,
And see whose blood doth spill,
So the king,
Sent out lord,
Farquar was his name,
He carried blade
And shield in arm,
Though fighting not his aim,
A monsterous man,
Lay in wait,
Sarko he was called,
Just to kill,
Born to slay,
No mind he would be fooled,
He carried axe,
And battle scars,
And harboured Satans' rage,
He ran toward,
Our good Farquar,
Skilled in ways of sage,
Oh dear brother,
Farquar called,
Two champions are we,
Hear my words,
Stop this slaughter,
Oh listen to my plea,
But Sarko charged,
Deaf to speech,
With fire in his eyes,
Who was he,
To stop this fight,
And listen to these lies,
Again our hero,
Tried to talk,
Stop this futile war,
Alone he stood,
Faced by demon,
As many times before,
Laid down his arms,
And stepped aside,
And gestured out his hands,
Sarko stopped,
And looked confused,
He'd conquered many lands,
But never this,
Had he seen,
Staring down his life,
Was there method,
To this madness,
Said pulling out his knife,
Dare you die,
With out you sword,
Sarko asked perplexed,
I have my sword,
It's called belief,
That war has made us hexed,
Sarko thought.
But was unsure,
Then why must i fight,
Farquar talked,
Sarko heard,
But could he see the light,
There may be more,
Sarko told,
To Farquar bold and brave,
But what it is,
And how do we,
Is it not too late to save,
Sarko held blade,
And angled down,
Aiming to his heart,
Thank you Brother,
Said the demon,
As piercing did start,
Oh at last,
Do i know,
Peace i have long missed,
Through Sarko's act,
Kras was saved,
And crossing through the mist,
Kings did meet,
Discussing terms,
King Harka with many questions,
Oh brother ruler,
Kras did say,
I give you but suggestions,
If you fight,
do not for fear,
Nor greed nor might nor lust,
For all this time,
The war we had,
We faught only as we must,
Now i impart,
A secret Harka
We are one and the same,
This War a lie,
Always was,
To cover up your shame,
For your hate,
Toward myself,
When young warriors we met,
I bested you,
On trial and test,
Never more we talked but yet
Instead of seeking,
My forgiveness,
You tried to take by force,
But all you need,
Is just to ask,
I wont hate brother of course,
All the world,
You did enslave,
You did it for your hate,
Now you find,
I love you brother,
You know it's not too late,
Right you are,
Harka agreed,
My army will disband,
I thank you brother,
For showing me,
Forgiveness within my hand,
And now we see,
The powere here,
Laying all within the good,
The question is,
Do we bad,
You know that we all could

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