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- The Storm and the Rose
- Verse I
- Sing, Calliope, a song of the lost.
- Sing, Calliope, of Roses and Storms.
- Sing, Calliope, of their regrets.
- Let the verse ring true, let the verse ring sweet,
- Let the bitterness of their war be lost,
- And let us instead remember the peace.
- Adelyn the Red Rose, a Maid of War
- And Lightning Struck Thrice, the Son of the Storm.
- Their peace born of battle and sweet sorrow.
- Let us remember it Calliope.
- Let us go forth to the great Sea of Grass,
- Where Road’s Promise and Lind’s Bloom came to meet,
- With banners and blades in hand, steel meeting flesh.
- Verse II
- Sing, Calliope, of Roses and Storms.
- The day that the armies of warring states
- Brought metal to mail under the splendid sun.
- The Knights of Lind’s Bloom, under their banner,
- Emblazoned with roses, steady of breath.
- She marched at the front, stoic and fearless.
- Just as when she emerged from her mother,
- An infant who did not shed tears or scream,
- A warrior at birth, who walked amidst the
- Fields of battle, steel in hand, swathed in mail.
- Blessed by the roses of war, like her queen.
- Daughter of Madelyn, Daughter of Linda,
- The Maid of War, Adelyn the Red Rose.
- A General and Queen, She Marched Forth.
- The Legions of Road’s Promise came to conquer.
- Men of stalwart mettle and courage,
- Their shields and spears held high, banners in the breeze.
- One led the Legions, a man just like them.
- No medals, no crown. Just armor and blade.
- His eyes burned with tranquil fury,
- Strides swift as rain, steps heavy as thunder,
- The wind at his back, battle in his heart.
- Named for the great auspice upon his birth,
- Lightning Struck Thrice, Son of the Storm.
- He loosed the Sword of King’s from his hip,
- And his men roared their cheer, “Conquer or Die”
- The Creed of Road’s Promise, their Home and Hearth.
- The meeting of metal and mail began.
- The ringing of blades roared on the wind,
- Their Steel claiming blood, their mail shielding life.
- Adelyn the Red Rose, strode through the field.
- Evading their strikes, while dealing her own.
- Blood red as the rose painted her steel,
- Her silver mail now coated in crimson.
- The Maid of War cut a path to her prey.
- Lightning Struck Thrice fought with fury and strength,
- Steel flashing white like the bolts from the sky,
- A deluge of knight’s fell in the wake of his blade.
- Each clash like thunder, his eyes burning bright.
- Twin orbs of flame guiding the warrior.
- The Storm and the Rose, steeled heart and blade,
- They clashed blades, nations, and wills that day.
- Lightning Struck Thrice, Adelyn the Red Rose,
- Two sides of a coin, threads in the same stitch,
- Lightning’s blows struck swiftly and firmly,
- Yet Adelyn deflected them deftly.
- The Red Rose’s steel could not meet its’ mark,
- Lightning Struck Thrice moved swifter than the wind.
- The Sword Of Kings sought the blood of the Rose,
- Yet the Rose’s Thorn blocked its’ path each time.
- A ring formed around the two champions,
- Their soldiers dared not disturb the duel.
- Lightning Struck Thrice fell back and changed stance,
- Adelyn the Red Rose followed suit.
- They circled and clashed, stilling their breath.
- Adelyn’s red rose eyes starred into flame,
- Lightning Struck Thrice spat into the mud,
- The twin orbs of flame burned brightly with glee.
- Red begat blue, blue begat white, the flame’s
- Glowing with fury, ready to surge forth.
- A column of flame erupted from them,
- They claimed the ground where Adelyn stood.
- But the Maid of War was not without tricks,
- Where Lightning had flames, she saw what would be.
- He was blessed of flame, she of tactics.
- Conferred unto the queen’s womb by She Who Warns,
- The Goddess of Strategy and Lind’s Bloom.
- Adelyn saw where the flames would strike her,
- Baiting the swordsman so that she could strike.
- The Maid of War loosed her steel swiftly,
- The Rose’s Thorn struck Lightning thrice in his side.
- Each stroke letting blood, cutting deeply.
- Lighting Struck Thrice planted his feet firmly,
- And following his name, he struck her thrice.
- Adelyn’s sight did naught to still his blade,
- Her wounds mirrored his, she saw defeat,
- And so Adelyn retreated from him.
- The Maid of War evaded his pursuit,
- His wounds slowing his advance towards her.
- Her eyes saw the path to escape his blade,
- The twin orbs of flame could not follow her.
- As blood poured from his wounds he scowled.
- The battle ebbed back as he left the field.
- The first clash between kingdoms had ended,
- But their war had begun to burn brightly.
- Verse III
- On the northern of the Sea of Grass,
- Lind’s Bloom made their camp, sharpening their steel,
- Mending their mail, and healing their wounded.
- Adelyn the Red Rose studied her maps,
- And poured over her stratagems there.
- Her lieutenant stitched her wounds closed,
- And whispered softly to the commander.
- “Lady Adelyn, can we hold them back?”
- The Red Rose smiled, and gave her response,
- “The Legions of Road’s Promise cannot hope
- To conquer us Alain. Trust in my sight.”
- Alain nodded and stared into her eyes.
- Their deep hue matching her hair perfectly.
- Red as the rose she was named for.
- Her skin like porcelain, colored pink.
- The build of a warrior, not a bride.
- Her mind wandered back to the battle.
- Her thoughts of Lightning Struck Thrice, Son of Storms.
- Hailed as the Demon of the South,
- A man who stole the mantle of a god.
- Her opposite in nearly every way.
- Yet there was nobility in that thief.
- He stole the Sword of Kings, stole the throne too.
- A man undoubtedly of common birth,
- Yet a warrior equal to her.
- “Alain, my brother tell me of Lightning.
- Tell me of Lightning Struck Thrice, Son of Storms.
- Tell me of the man I must defeat.”
- Alain watched as she pursed her lips.
- “He was born to a beggar, an urchin,
- He fought in the streets, he fought to survive.
- It is said that the thunderclap marked
- His life, a storm of a man, blade in hand.
- Lightning Struck Thrice, the mercenary.
- When he grew tired of fighting for coin,
- He went to the palace of Road’s Promise
- And challenged the King for his throne.
- He slew the tyrant and claimed his place,
- But his baseborn blood rendered him blind
- When he sat upon the throne of their king.
- To restore his lost sight he made for Mount Pyre.
- The doom-driven swordsman marched to seek,
- Some way to assert his right to the throne.
- There at the top of the treacherous peak,
- Lay the Sword of Kings, awaiting its heir.
- When Lightning Struck Thrice took hold of the blade,
- Three bolts from the heavens rained down to him.
- He deflected the bolts with steel in hand,
- Through force of will and arms he made himself king.
- Purpose burned bright in his heart, a flame
- One bright enough to banish the darkness,
- One bright enough to bring light to his eyes.
- His gaze became lit by flames of a king,
- His eyes were replaced by burning orbs.
- When Lightning returned to Road’s Promise,
- He was met by the Southern War Gods.
- At their lead, The Patron of Road’s Promise.
- Desert King Solaris, God of the Road.
- He called Lightning a thief, a tyrant,
- A heathen, a blasphemer, a traitor.
- Lightning cut him in twain, silencing him.
- From the broken god he claimed a mantle,
- He went from man, to king, to a demon.
- Lightning Struck Thrice, Demon of the South Sands,
- King of Road’s Promise, the man you will kill.”
- The light of the candles began to fade,
- And Adelyn began to look forward,
- She searched the future for any sign,
- Any sign of her victory at all.
- Instead she saw unity between them.
- Nothing else. It filled her heart full of rage.
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