A land once dull,
now lively again,
back to life so full.

A simple gesture made it rain,
however with it also came,
something for which many train.

A storm, vile and vicious,
not a natural one,
but a storm with perilious ambitions.

Replenished and at the ready,
the warriors prepare to face,
what many would consider a disgrace.
Calm and steady,
they form their ranks,
for the enemy charges, they now brace.

The fighting is bloody, gruesome and brutal,
but still, short.
Many valiant defenders fall,
but Nature retorts.

The fight is over, the enemy lays slain,
the war to reclaim, however continues on.
Was it in vain?

A land with life so full,
not defending it would be the true shame.

With thoughts most hopeful,
Ioci

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Lupar, in the year 732 AF.