When first the dark sought entrance into light,br Few knew the dim tidings that were to come.br Was such the stealth the vile host, no manbr Nor beast could mass defence of any sort. br And so from depths beneath the hells they camebr In raging hordes with arms that smelt of rot. br This army well foreign unto the land, br With them was brought a terror vast profound. br Destruction nigh and death galore was feltbr By all who dwelt in peace without the dark. br The blades they weilt took part all they touched; br As easily as acid would dissolve br The flesh, was how the footman's shield held fast. br Of armor too was use so far denouncedbr For none were left of whom stood 'gainst the tide. br And at the head there stood the vilest one, br The force that bade the frightful army strike; br So called was he with fear of not light meanbr The Odor Lord, the Fetor King, althoughbr The Mighty Gorgonzola was his name. br br centerMephitis 2:4-24