The Raid (of the white knights)
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A fantastical tale of the end of times told through a poem

The Raid (of the white knights)

In the misty valley full of gold

There stood a Queen so fair and bold

O the attack of the white knights

She took them all in bloody fights

"I weep o for this dying age"

Said he the first Green mage

He looked upon the battle

As the Queen took Lifes of cattle

For the times where dying

The age of elves was fleeing

And on the times last nights

Came the tall white knights

Many the knights did slaughter

They mixed blood and water

And in the heel they struck the Queen

And speared the wizards dressed in Green

Now the World fell into ruin

But the battle still Kept brewin'

For a Ranger Kept on drawing blood

And the white knights hit the mud

For the times they where dying

The age of elves was fleeing

And on the times last nights

Came the tall white knights

The day became a legend

But it only brought depression

The Ranger cried till their end

Their wounds would never mend

And the misty valley filled with tears

And swords, shields and spears

For the age of art had died

And the poets lips were tied

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