Cryptic times an art not new,

My training had hardly started.

Spells used for the craft of good,

Became my breath that parted.

Magi came we had a goal,

To stop this umbra yearning.

I became a master quickly,

By solid graft and learning.

As I left I felt the leach,

Sable powers soon had me decided.

My magic powers had to reach,

The Dark Lord and his riders.

Nature clicked in harmony,

But black veins pumped for years,

Evil embraced amongst us,

Feasting on all our fears.

Dominion finally comes to show,

That the world is in danger.

From the underworlds deadly foes,

And the Towers fire inside her.

Walls can’t crumble within,

The Dark Riders have warned us all.

Goodness now harness thy rains,

So let the battle begin.

Elves, Dwarfs, and men fought the hoard,

But were driven into the mud,

Brutally killed in battle,

Amongst the mass of blood.

Red Dragons were used to cinder the land,

And kill all that were left,

Either fire or crushing did the job,

Or one almighty cleft.