Raine of Fire
A tyrant risen to grave heights
Worlds gone dark with no light
Sorcerers fight and die
while innocents perish and
faerie goes down in flames.
no face to the darkness, only for the light
five of youthful beauty and power.
Raine of fire and Shay of the land,
the air of Mezra flowing freely
and cairo, her eyes open to the truths of magic
and last Elja, in control of the waters of life.
On the eve of mid-winter's dawn
the final battle will rise and the fates decide
who will live and who will die
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