As the sun shone its radiant light
And the armour reflected it bright
Swinging the sword through the air
Slicing through the priest's hair
The dark knight unleash a roaring cry
As the blood on his sword began to dry
The priest's head down on the ground
The dark knight had just finished his round
On the hill that he stood
The many lives he took
All to protect the stratagetical rise
Necessary for the infernals to rise

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lupar, in the year 248 AF.