Engulfed in Flame

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Engulfed in Flame

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A fierce orange glow illuminates the horizon.

Smoke twists, swirling upwards,

Blotting out speckled starlight,

Disappearing into the darkness of night.

 

Distant voices called out,

Fear burrowed inside them,

Gnarling further with every crack and whimper.

 

They plead, some for the swiftness of death,

Others for their loved one’s returning.

Yet their agony holds unwavering,

Cries filling a seemingly bottomless void.

 

Towers stood ablaze, arms of fire

Outstretched towards the space above.

They pray to death, destruction, and chaos.

For the end of man, nation, and king.

 

What love could any Almarian hold for the forces of evil?

For when they step, the very cornerstone of man trembles.

Like citrus poured on a wound, the Mori sting and burn.

Their existence, is a festering plague upon the landscape.

 

When all have sunken into the earth, 

When fires of sullied that which was,

And only ash will pour from the sky.

 

When every stone is overturned,

When land is stained with black and red,

And skies are defiled with dense gray smog.

 

When the land is unsanctified, 

Corrupted with the treachery of the Enemy,

Even then, we shall remain.

 

We shall rebuild and regrow.

We shall hold fast and hold on.

We shall go forth and prosper.

We, who remember these days,

We, who have seen the end of all things,

We, who have witnessed the true evils of nature,

We are those who have banded together,

Outlasting even what sought to execute us. 

We are Strong, we are Warriors, we are One.

 

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Signed,

Borris Iver Kortrevich VKML