Three champions were chosen
Three champions of the stalion of the dead
Three champions to slay enemies who long ago should have fled
Warriors three elf, beast and man
Brought peace once more throughout the land
The black stallion was pleased but not appeased
Death concocted a plan
Under the champions, scars did mend
But death wanted lives to end
A throne was given to each warrior by death's side
But the black stallion had lied
These chairs were no thrones
While the three sat with death
A curse was death's to bestow
When the champions sat with death
They found that they could not rise
For Death had sealed their demise
They had been cursed to sit for eternity
Trapped down below where the demons go.
Today they sit waiting for some daring warrior to free them so
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The three champions and death
Poetrya ballad of three champions of three different races an elf, a lion-man, and a human knight and of how they have unfairly been trapped down a rift in hell by death after being chosen by him and doing him a great service.
