The drums of war now shatter the ground, Iron storms break castle gates with a thunderous sound. Rebels leap up to weather the anarchy’s plight, Pale faces, witnessing eyes: "He is alive in the fight!" A knight cleaves the lines, his sword drenched in fierce might, With unwavering loyalty, slicing wrong from the right. A servant girl charges, her arrows fall down like a rain, With devoted precision, piercing errors and pain. The nimble princess leaps light, her dark dagger a flash, Refusing to stay hidden, she burns with a wrath. Those who once bowed now rush forth with a unified cry: "Our princess still lives! Give her throne back or die!" Between rebels and defenders, the fires burn bright in their eyes, A ferocious battle where daring men risk their lives. Smoke blankets the air, screams of fury and sorrow unite, The capital burns like a hellscape, save babes from the fight. The palace is broken, the throne room doors fall to the ground, The usurper stands firm as his minions press on all around. The knight steps ahead, his sword striking down the decay, The usurper refuses to yield, yelling princesses pay. The princess stands tall by the knight with a chilling cold stare, She rushes unbidden, her blades flashing everywhere. A fierce duel erupts in the shadows, demanding a test, Until one fatal thrust strikes deep into the usurper's chest. Above the ruins where the castle once stood, Three figures look out where the red dawn is viewed. The oath's blazing fire will never expire, The throne is secured by conquest and fire.
