Solethania Lore: The Poem of Rock and Bone

Above the grassy plains he fled,
Through valleys deep and dark and dead,
In his wake the thunder rolled,
Though few would know the news he told,
For the Crystal City of once pure light,
Had fallen ‘neath the undead blight,
And a desperate king in vengeance sought,
undoing that this madness wrought
Into gems his men do turn,
walking halls to undead burn,
Two kings are in this cage,
their men in final battle rage,
The sparkling city below the ground,
A place where monsters feet do pound.

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