Written by David Roomes
When darkness rises in one mage
A scourge of darkness for the age
A man and fiend, a witch's dream
An evil stain on history's page
Then shall the lands be overcast
Then gathering storms shall ever last
Then shall the Art be rent apart
Of goodness shall the races fast
The mage shall seek the thirded shard
And thus made whole shall precious guard
His newfound power beneath his tower
Reap treasures such as sung by bards
So shall the marked ones meet their fate
Who once too oft evoke his hate
A crystal whole shall rend the souls
From form and thought - obliterate
They'll suffer death but will not die
To pass Beyond they'll often try
A bolted Gate will make them wait
No matter where their souls may fly
Formless thoughtless will they roam
And fade to memories barely known
'Til each will find one of like mind
And in all races find a home
Years shall pass while each shall drift
Flawed by curses none can lift
Bound by chains of fate again
Joined by an Arkalian's rift
All shall flee and sail the skies
All shall search with weakening eyes
Two lost jewels found not by fools
The three made one will marked ones rise
Old and new together stay
And try the would be god to slay
Then from the past the brethren last
Shall take the thirded shard away
Copyright 1993 David Michael Roomes. All rights reserved.
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