Strange looking creatures about to take flight,
Arcane spells are cast,
On a battle field so vast.
Deadly blows are dealt,
As armour spells melt.
In the heat if the fight,
Heroes incredible might,
Is used to defend,
What they believe to be right.
Casting spells,
using might,
In this on going fight.
Many creatures to their deaths did they send,
But eventually it would have to end.
Yet they did not cower, they did not hide,
They had no wish to live and they fought till they died.
Such was their devotion,
It was poetry in motion.
They were killed by creature chiefs,
But they died for their beliefs.
At the end of the battle,
Their armour did rattle,
Their dismembered corpses lay all around,
As the creatures burned their homes to the ground.
Such was the damage that no one would mend,
What the brave men and women had fought to defend.
That concludes this tale.
it has come to an end...
Or has it?
Because some believe that death is just the start,
For those who in life were pure of heart.