Epithet Of Zangiga Poem by Leinad Zerimar

Arbor staves of brown and brass
Sit upon golden grass
And look up to the violet sky,
To watch as olive clouds go by.

Force of Light and Darkness clash
Over now forgotten ash,
Until one day
The Light doth wane
And falls into the Darkest Plane.

Fire and blood the land doth drink,
As Light into the Shadows sink.
Brazen leaves and golden grass
Sit upon that ancient ash.

Lying in the Shadows still,
Light kept there by Darkest Will,
All the land kept in a veil;
All that live doth gnash and wail.

Heroes rise up from the ash;
Light against the Darkness clash.
Heroes fight;
Heroes fall.
Darkest Will consumes them all.
Heroes lost;
Nothing gained,
Light remains in Darkest Plane.