The Fall of Brasca Keep

[Harald 2487]

The Fall of Brasca Keep

In the year of our Lord,

12th of Peter’s Glory 87 B.A

 

 

 

In ages past, when moons held sway,

And suns cast shadows 'pon the day,

A tale unfolds in realms unknown,

Of Covenant's might, a power grown.

 

Beneath the sky of azure hue,

Brasca Keep stood, strong and true,

Its walls of stone, a fortress grand,

Guarding lands of Covenant's hand.

 

Veletz, foes with hearts of ire,

Sought to quench their vengeful fire,

With cannons roaring, fierce and loud,

They vowed to shroud the keep in shroud.

 

Covenant, a force untamed,

With valor bold and weapons named,

Arrayed in armor gleaming bright,

Stood ready for the coming fight.

 

A clash of steel, a thunderous sound,

As warriors met on battleground,

But cannons roared with fiery breath,

Reducing stone to dust in death.

 

Through moonlit night and dawn's first light,

Covenant prevailed in the endless fight,

Yet Brasca Keep, once standing tall,

Lay shattered, broken, walls in fall.

 

Colliation's banner soared on high,

As victors gazed 'neath the open sky,

But amidst the ruins, a somber tone,

As echoes of cannons forever moan.

 

In epic verse, the tale is spun,

Of battles fought and battles won,

Yet Brasca Keep, a sacrifice,

A haunting memory, a heavy price.

 

So ends the saga, written bold,

Of battles fought and stories told,

In the annals of time, forevermore,

The Covenant's victory, a bittersweet lore.

 

 

Signed

His Excellency, Don Johan Stor Vuiller, Conde de Aquilae, Barón de San Haraldo & Patriarch of House Vuiller.

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