As the armies of King Wrynn, <br />Approach the castle, <br />Thrall’s forces in full retreat, <br />This is his end, <br />His guards are as dead, <br />The players retreat, <br />They fill the air with blood, <br />The clouds turn red as blood, <br />And the rain falls like acid, <br />Upon the injured soldiers, <br />The King found Thrall, <br />And struck him down with his sword, <br />As those around him die. <br /> <br />Nicholas Spandrel ©<br /><br />Nicholas Spandrel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thrall-s-demise/
