My Belruel

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'twas the twelving day of Everfair
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when fell my maid of raven hair,
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beneath her cloven standard of the wren.
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and damn that roiling goblin horde.
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we'd almost slain the overlord,
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but I could never roll an elf again.


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"The Queen of Bells and Battle-Downs";
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she wore the title like a crown.
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Foes so deep a man would drown, but she still stood alone.
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a princess and a duchess both;
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and sworn to nine prestigious oaths;
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her duties, they would take her to that twisting spire of stone.


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Against his tower, a silhouette.
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She called like a coronet,
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And the green sea of his armies burst from warrens far below.
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The pacts he'd made with demonkind
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Had rent his thin and tattered mind,
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And hellish princedoms occupied the arrow he let go.


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They took her through the crowded square,
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And laid her at the temple stair.
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The sorcelled barb of Arudair beyond their healing arts.
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There stands a circlet on her brow
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that turns the blades of men around
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But if Belruel could hear me now
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This song would pierce her heart.

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'twas the twelving day of Everfair
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when fell my maid of raven hair,
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beneath her cloven standard of the wren.
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and damn that roiling goblin horde!
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and damn their heell-boundoverlord!
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but I could never roll an elf again.