Braum--Baron of the Bloody Keep;
Alas, forever more he sleeps.
His sword lay bloodied upon his breast,
To banish the darkness that ill fate left.
His brothers gather in the night,
And sing his vigil in pale moonlight.
When at last the sun crests o'er head,
They weep and wail for a brother dead.
Braum--Duke of the Dark Domain;
Alas, his brothers fought in vain!
He hit the earth and the thunder roared,
The clouds there opened and sorrow poured.
The swell of enemy dispersed like wind,
And as Braum struggled to draw his final breaths in,
His brothers gathered one by one,
And knelt beneath the setting sun.
Braum--King of the Castle Red;
Alas, the day began with dread.
His brothers fought with blades in hand
To protect his brother's name and land;
The swords fell deep, the silver cut true,
And still the rivaling army grew.
A glittering arrow then pierced the air,
And Bloody Braum's breath became ensnared!
Braum--Prince of the Province Black,
Alas, he warned his men of attack!
With all four brothers at his side,
At midnight he set out to ride;
The trail grew shadowed as the sun rose,
Cresting the mountains in a bloody glow.
The dusk was yet dark and the moon still high,
When Braum the Bloody set out to die.
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Tales from the Dark Caves
FantasyCome 'round, night's edge draws ever near Gray twilight gathers dark and drear. The air grows brittle, howling, and cold, So heed these tales arcane and old. From beneath the mountains, where magic thrives; From burrows dark, heartless, and dry; Fro...
