Buried in the margins, by so many gory glories, what I've survived as yet, my form and steel are fashioned, among the finest- yes.. I held that ford unflinching, I made that stream to river -- red, by every fiber of and in me, I strained to meet fatalest of tests, that should my spirit leave me, aye mine would be a hero's death, On heaping many more the corpses, minutes, hours, thence, orc, and elf, and drowess, foe, and kin, and less, my own self deign to once relent, in fleeting glance line stirrings, I did mark their faces, my lov-ed comrades like me, each bore on fate ashaming, lasting past what one could ever dream expect, By their quality they compelled me, to persevere, to hold fast against the rest, I feel it now uneasy, an ulcerative success. What lasted for seemed ages, our impossible defense, against odds unsuited, for even those, finest mer and - men... Destiny whims as chooses, borne on by ever marching sequence, tramples all beneath it, blunt unfeeling step-stomp fiat! As well as held to duty, our line still broke at last, such horde of lesser evils, surged and moved on past, still they fought on the braver, my encharged be-love-ed... a while held out longer, even as surrounded, as were struck-cut from all sides, And in their final moments, what unjust horror witnessed... succumbed to, My too mortal, many friends, our hollow-peace's expense... even still a peace they'd never get.. What's left to me are cinders, what I survive, remember, vow never to forget! That battle there is over, still the war within persists, wracks mind in waking and in mesmer, what shapes whatever's left, I Nan'Sar, Bladesinger, awhile longer yet...
