In the depths of night, as Bloodloch slumbered
Benedicto thought to make his raid
But to his surprise, the armies of Bloodloch
Were marching, ready, and unafraid.

With every step, they pushed back Enorian,
Their might and power without compare.
And soon enough, the city crumbled,
Its leaders pleading and in despair.

Kalena came, crawling to the gates,
Asking for negotiations of peace.
But Bloodloch stood tall, its armies strong,
Their victory, a sign of their release.

And now, with the war won and the enemy conquered,
Bloodloch stands tall, its power unshaken.
Its armies, fierce, its leaders wise,
Their victory, a story forever awaken.

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 18th of Chakros, in the year 508 MA.