When dead men rise to burn the night,
One man stands when none can fight,
A shadowed cloud that stinks of death,
That man will stand till his last breath.
People who know of the De Danann and the Firbolgs might know of the vow the Firbolgs made: to fight until the last man fell. Well i onoy discovered this a few days ago, but i wrote this poem originally as a prophecy for a story....
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