Way of Valor

The foe of the Serpent
Is the Dragon

No true crawling viper,
But a black robed-mage.
Heart darker then garb of night,
Hands adrip with blood.
Spell so deep,
Crawl and creep,
Beyond death and passing years.
Kings falling, towers crumbling,
Always watching,
Lurking in the shadows,
Slithering in dark dreams.
The Serpent WHo Shall Rise Once More

Whispers he to princes,
Steals he into minds by night.
Men of malice chant his name,
Gasping fools fill his fane,
Crowns crumbles before his fangs,
True crawling viper, after all.

Yet stand against him not in vain,
Keep sword shape to be his bane.
Stray not to peaks snow-cloaked deep.
Ruins forgot, not echoing gort,
Hunt no wyrms, gold aseeking.

For the foe of the Serpent
Is the Dragon

(PS I didn't make this poem up)

wow thats deep rika

I found it from a book series called "The Band of Four" by Ed Greenwood

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