The Sound of Battle, a poem by Sapphire

Sound of Battle
Hello Alter, my old friend.
I've come to mud here once again.
But in the shadows silent-ly creeping,
Up on me while I was sleeping,
Was the monster, that was feasting on.. my.. brain.
Here in the realm of Aeon.

In restless dreams I walked alone,
The streets of Ralnoth to my home,
Where in the halo of the Mage's Lamp,
I was accosted by a Lord named Kamp.
Who's horde of demons stretched as far as I could see.
(It made me pee.)
On the streets of Aeon.

And in the Mage's light I saw,
Ten thousand demons, maybe more.
Demons of all sizes and all shapes.
Demons offering no escape,
From the clutches of army of the whelp.
(I called for help!)
There in that place called Aeon.

And Kamp sent sent out a warning,
To resistance which was forming,
That no quarter would be offered in the least.
No hope for peace.
In all the land of Aeon.

Then from the east there was a thundering sound,
As of an army coming toward town.
And from the forest poured a big group of my friends.
They rounded the bend.
And attacked the horde in Aeon.

When all was said and done,
The battle o're, the war was won.
And Kamp surrendered, put in chains of steel,
He swears his vengance apon us all still,
But it's a hollow threat when he's magically trapped in stone.
He's all alone.
Beneath the grounds of Aeon.