Fog on the valley
And a single drum beats

Suddenly
A barrage of trumpet blasts
Like lightning at the thundermare's hooves

From atop the hill a herendous clamour
As hundreds of thousands of men in gleaming armour
Come charging down

Clashing at the foot of the hill
The two armies meet
Locked in close, mortal combat

The battle rages on and on...
Fate chooses its Hero,
And then... all is silent

Fog on the valley
And a single drum beats.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Haernos, in the year 55 MA.