Across the land and the forests
Beyond the city of Ibing
And into it's enveloping garden
Where the beast or it's summoner
Should still stand
Lest they have feet like a horse
And have long since departed
But all knew that not to be the case
And that they would have surprise on their side.
So when they came over the hill
Coming to find the masters of the night
In a tight spot where their power
Was left to roast in the sun
And where the heat of their exchange
Was enough to rival that star in the sky
And all spilled into the site
As though they were a riptide of anger.
Onto the land did they thrust
And before came the opposition to their city
Whose stance invited a fight
With the might of the two clashing fairly
Through the green inferno, enduring for many a hour
But the rivals of the city had a way out
As a hole ripped through the space betwixt
Something that only Arcuclus saw with his two eyes.
Their enemies were preparing an escape
From right under their hands
And through the mist of blood
Arcuclus had enough sight
To witness such things unfolding
And to act was always on his mind
So while all where encumbered by the fray
He fought his way to his opponents' stay.
Routing away, he found them
And a firm resolution to end this today
Took hold over the rushing Arcuclus
But as he finally came before the fleeing enemy
A sense of all consuming dread gathered at his knees
And gave them the weight of the world
As he was seen by the runners
And was violently thrown back by a grand force.
Today would not be the day
That the epic came to it's close
As the survivors of the rival camp
Scampered away in their cowardice
And left none with any answer
Nor recourse for the losses endured
But for now the nine stand unbroken
Even if their trials are still standing
And the will of the world is intact.
The earth was left a mess of itself
As the fury took the land
And ravaged it for it's own purposes
Like the storms that had struck the city
It showed no mercy for any life
That did not join it's red cloud
As it left all exhausted
And one with great disappointment.
Following the proceedings of battle
All gathered back to the city
To discuss their hollow victory
And all that it told them so
Which would at last provide some light
To their fight in the dark
And though all were not vanquished
They most certainly knew more then yonder..
Magicians and men of arts beyond comprehension
These are whose orientation leaned towards hate
For the tallest city of brass
Such wishes of hate, sculpted into spears
That would fall upon the city
Though no-one knew any names
All would have to become resolved
To go on the hunt for them.