Alas, the city of Viln thrives ne'er more
Her crowds gone, her ways only ghosts traffick.
Now only remains the dread and cursed door
Designed by a Horror, arc'd with a trick.

In the days before the land was wasted,
The one with glitt'ring eyes came to save us.
To our city woefully unprotected,
To our home woefully unprepared,
In Mawag, Garlen's month, he came to us.

He promised to construct Kaer Cornium
With his magicks and a Theran ward
As strong as the purest orichalcum.
In Gahmil he was made master and lord.
Sir Corinthian was his knighted name,
Protection from the Scourge did he proclaim.
As Viln's saviour we thought he had come
(Our blind innocence was his first victim.)

In the days before the land was wasted,
The one with glitt'ring eyes came to take us.
To our city woefully unprotected,
To our home woefully unprepared,
In Mawag, Garlen's month, he came to us.

As a ward, he built a black barricade
Our children's labours and souls he did use.
His statues, of their sightless bodies made
-- They fought a Horror, claimed he, and did lose.
When dread Horrors did approach our gate,
Our child-statues did bemoan their fate,
And Horrors passing their cries would refuse.
(How we rejoiced to hear those mournful ewes!)

In the days before the land was wasted,
The one with glitt'ring eyes came to take us.
To our city woefully unprotected,
To our home woefully unprepared,
In Mawag, Garlen's month, he came to us.

long and deep underground our men tunnelled
From the twisted arch of Kaer Cornium,
That black hole where all our hopes were funnelled.
When two died, our sorrowful hearts went numb;
When ten died by collapse, we blamed the brace.
Dozens more died, and we blamed the quick pace,
'Til lord spoke: the kaer was all but enchanted.
(None noted how the arch inward slanted.)

In the days before the land was wasted,
The one with glitt'ring eyes came to take us.
To our city woefully well protected,
To our home woefully well prepared,
In Mawag, Garlen's month, he came to us.

The final closing rite was intoned then;
The portal shimmered and glowed as flame,
Not closing, but opening past our ken.
Through it, the thousand-eyed bane of Viln came.
Not one child survived that day; all was lost;
Men and women like ragged dolls were tossed,
But the brave and dauntless mage Deymorin,
Who, in his death, sealed the dread beast within.

In the days before the land was wasted,
The one with glitt'ring eyes came to take us.
To our city woefully well protected,
To our home woefully well prepared,
In Mawag, Garlen's month, it came for us.

Alas, the city of Vln thrives ne'er more
Her crowds gone, her ways only ghosts traffick.
Now only remains the dread and cursed door
Designed by a Horror, arc'd with a trick.

In the days before the land was wasted,
The one with glitt'ring eyes came to take us.
To our city woefully well protected,
To our home woefully well prepared,
In Mawag, Garlen's month, it came for us.

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