Sintaturah XX:12

Cast thou down, elusive light,
hidden eyes with withered sight.
And all may fight ere break the day,
regardless of what lore may say.
Beings of envy, lost and old,
seek that which was once foretold.
The blades of malice,
blood runs cold;
all that glitters is not gold.

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[laalaxox]

Loved the scene and atmosphere you have set! Nicely penned!:)