"Shadowcast"
On wings of war we five flew fast,
the pages, all in sable clothes,
to face the dragon Shadowcast,
the cause of Warwick's untold woes.
'Twas not fair Warwick we did see,
whose sun-soaked hills we love and know,
but rather, a shade of what would be
if we failed to stop Madam Widow.
Through blackest day, through darkest night,
across the monster-haunted land
we came, not to the Court of Light
but to Shadow's Court, a Court gone mad.
This evil Court was not our own
but a mockery cruel and twisted foul,
for Time had reaped what Widow'd sown
and birth'd one from Hell's deepest bowels.
At the table's head there sat a creature
dressed all in black, much like ourselves.
His clothes reflect'd his heart's true nature
for he was Marduk, king of Hell.
As our hands strayed towards our weapon hilts
we five pages sat, shocked and aghast.
King Marduk said, "you won't be killed
if you swear fealty to Shadowcast."
Our hearts sunk in our chests
as we were led up stairs to our doom.
Our courage faced a mighty test
as above us foul nightspawn'd evil loomed.
The wyrm stood tall as fifty men
and nearly half again as wide.
Its eyes burned red as if afire
with a hatred black as its midnight hide.
We stood transfixed 'fore Shadowcast's might,
enveloped by its noxious breath.
Muscles rippled 'neath scales black as night
as it spoke, promising reprieve from Death
if we would just renounce the Light.
To this day, I know not whence
the strength of will or courage came
to stand fast in purest Light's defense
and give our lives in Eld Magnil's name.
As we five pages were led away,
Shadow's laughter filled the hall.
This was, it seemed, our darkest day,
our desperate play's last curtain call.
But alas!  Eld Magnil smiled upon us
and delivered us from evil's grasp.
With the aid of a goodly sorceress
the Pages in Black escaped the trap.
As the hour of battle grew nigh,
we returned to our own Eleven Lands
with strength renewed and spirits high,
the fate of Warwick rest'd in our hands.
On wings of hope we five flew fast,
our hearts strengthened against despair
as we neared the end of our long quest,
to confront the Widow in her lair.
That day we claimed a victory
against forces dark and an evil vast,
but forever burned in my memory
are the flame-limmed eyes of Shadowcast.
 
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