For many months he hadn`t seen a single living thing

　　but one day as he walked, the pilgrim`s ears began to ring

　　he knew the sound so well that he could see it playing out

　　the story told of battle heard in every cry and shout

　　He climbed a hill to look upon the battle down below

　　and saw some mages fighting undead monsters in the snow

　　the northern soldiers looked as strong as ever they had been

　　but what they fought was not a force that any one had seen

　　The soldiers who had fallen quickly rose and turned around

　　even in their death no rest or mercy could be found

　　never had he seen so grim or horrible a scene

　　soldiers fighting fallen friends, a battle too obscene

　　He flew toward the winter battlefield on wings of ice

　　hurriedly preventing any further sacrifice

　　he hit the ground like lightning in the centre of the horde

　　unleashing all the magic in the ice that he had stored

　　He froze the undead army and the battlefield grew still

　　a silent snowy graveyard where descended such a chill

　　the blood that stained the ground soon disappeared beneath new snow

　　the northern army wondered who had dealt the final blow

　　The mage who held a staff and wore a hood to hide his eyes

　　walked across the battlefield to all of their surprise

　　they didn`t bother questioning his origins or name

　　whoever he was, they were only thankful that he came

　　He asked them if the sickness was a fate they could reverse

　　and why they weren`t infected by the all consuming curse

　　he learned that like himself the very strong were safe for now

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　　The curse was only strong enough to claim a dying mage

　　but even they would tire and fall despite their bitter rage

　　still they fought with all they had to keep stand against the curse

　　fearing that it may infect the continent or worse

　　They pointed him to where they thought the curse had first been seen

　　a barren rocky mountain range that once was rich and green

　　they volunteered to follow but he told them all to stay

　　and keep on fighting where they were, and then he went away

　　He flew toward the mountain range and found that they were right

　　miasma flowing out of caves emitting eerie light

　　he landed near the entrance to the greatest of the caves

　　choking on the poison flowing out of it in waves

　　With his icy staff he struck the ground as if to knock

　　greeting any monsters in the tunnels with a shock

　　the mountains and the sky all shook and wind swept through the trees

　　such a force would bring a normal monster to its knees

　　But from the cave the old man heard a sound he`d heard before

　　the wind of mighty wings and such an overwhelming roar

　　from the cave two dragons flew and circled in the sky

　　afflicted by a wicked curse and not allowed to die

　　Their soulless eyes were locked upon the mage who sadly sighed

　　such mighty beings had been deprived of purpose and their pride

　　one dragon summoned lightning every time it flapped its wings

　　the other spewed a poison fog that burns the flesh and stings

　　Although the mage had grown to match the dragon that he knew

　　together, these infected monsters` powers only grew

　　he had to summon all his will to match their strength and speed

　　casting spells of ice and wind, but never did they bleed

　　They fight dragged on for many hours with neither stepping back

　　the mountains shook and crumbled with their every new attack

　　but when it came to battles of attrition, it was clear

　　even facing two such dragons, he wouldn`t have to fear

　　He counted on the purpose of his final fateful quest

　　to give him all the magic he could feel within his chest

　　no longer was the fight itself the goal he had in mind

　　now he fought to save the world he almost left behind

　　Every spell he summoned would defend his family

　　this was not a war just to defeat his enemy

　　he wouldn`t let a single person die before he won

　　the world would be its safest when his fated quest was done

　　The dragons fought with cold indifference to their death and pain

　　controlled by some external force whose power they would drain

　　and when the old man noticed once a lull in their assault

　　he brought the epic battle to a frozen, sudden halt

　　The dragons fell, consumed by ice, and shattered on the ground

　　the mage lamented such a waste of creatures so renowned

　　in their time as guardians the dragons lived with pride

　　what monster made them lifeless dolls with honour cast aside

　　He looked upon the cold and lifeless dragons and he vowed

　　such an evil in this world should never be allowed

　　even if no song would ever tell of what he`d done

　　he would stop at nothing to do right by everyone

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