Smith And His Brother's Short Piece of Lore
The Undead Were Coiming, Kalta' Was Shot, An Arrow Hanging From His Left Sholder, A Tear In His Eye.
Me, I Didnt Let Go, I Grabbed Him And Threw Him Over My Sholder, As The Wall Falls Behind Us, Lighting Now Filling The Sky,
The Waiting Inside The Portal Then Most People Had Spoke About, They All Talked About It Being Short, And Easy, I Can Ashure You, Mine Was Not.
It Seemed To Last Forever, The Feeling Of My Body Being Streched Then Crushed Over And Over,
Then The Weight Of His Limp Body Was No More.
Coming Out Of The Portal, I Expected To See Him Thinking He Had Fallen Through Earlyer Then Me,
He Wasnt There.
I Felt A Strange Feeling In Me' Hands Thou', A Feeling Of Power.
Kalta' May Be Dead But His Powers Will Live On Within Smith