Avrum Rashkae

Rookie [The Silver Gryphon]


As I watched from the tower above
Of the battle raging below me
A scout came through the door
His breath like blade on stone
He told a tale of sadness
Of how the Queen was dead
I staggered back in amazement, I could not accept the fact
That my patron of the Eastern sea`s
Had finally met her match

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