Wicked tales so soundly spun,
some of truth and some of lies.
Has your heart chose the one,
or can you see with your eyes?

I hope the two armies clash,
to see the actions unfold.
Though they are both brash,
one will be trolled.

A fierce battle clearly fought,
while the dust settles and clears.
They were left with a lingering thought,
one that they hold together in fear.

Our true battles lie ahead,
so let's not run wildly with ill will.
Use this on true enemy heads,
and let the blood spill.


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Miraman, in the year 734 AF.