Upon the passing of the night
he traveled far out of sight
nothing wanted more then to slay
this on called Satomi upon this day

out came the legions of orcs and trolls
a raining field like they would have said
not the best time for but one man to face,
a legion of creatures by himself to lay

within his staff a mistickle beast,
a creature of magick beyond our complete
imagine we must try,
to see the reason for him to try

"come great power,
please let me try
to win this battle against all odds
i am but without a defence or a offence

"please oh great power,
please let me chant
the words of the beast that may have
the deciding chance umongst my life"

from the clouds an opening came,
showing the sky as he tryed to cry
a mystickle power within his heart
reaching in to the staff of the mist.

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