Blood and Wine
This goblet, my companion.
Long a friend of mine.
Always a good listener,
While from it, I drank wine.
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But now, I stand in silence,
As both my hands do shake.
As demons march on Arborlon,
Bringing darkness in their wake.
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But these hands can reach for wine no more,
But rather sword and shield.
Can ill afford some liquid courage,
Upon the battlefield.
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So armed and armoured, forth I march,
Do so without my friend.
For upon the coming battle,
The Four Lands will depend.
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No wine this night is mine to spill,
But rather, it is blood.
Elves and gnomes we stand as one,
Against the coming flood.
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To outer demons I may fall,
Those inside, I shall refrain.
I've made my peace with present, past,
Live or die, I'll reign.