Poetic Records of the Alagaddan Lords

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Poetic Records of the Alagaddan Lords
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Filled to the brim with rot and corruption
Traitor of traitors to the rightful crown
Out of the city, into damnation
Upon the forgotten lord we look down
Tried to bring us down with his disruption
A poison blade hidden within his gown
With a smirk he waltzed through the castle gates
The horrid lord knows not what soon awaits

Holding the plagued under his allurement
Cloaking our land into a midnight black
His word spreading nothing but our torment
The unforeseen act brought the King aback
Into the void, the lord forced to decent
A time we can hope to never bring back
Forever now must we remain in murk
His anguish has besmirch our greatest work

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From the darkness comes a shining white light
Purity veiled behind her diligence 
An apt replacement to the old god’s blight
Her work, the cities truest impetus
Her flame it flickers, pushing back the night
We dare not to allow her negligence  
So alone she remains, head down in work
Hidden by the candle light she must lurk

A hollow light in this city of sin
Pushing back the ever approaching dark
Forever waiting, a Yang without Yin
Her actions hushed, going without remark
Orchestrating a game no one could win
A terrible task no one will embark
Blowing away their darkest smoke and soot
Change in all that there is is underfoot


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Fire burning brighter than our very soul
A dirty, disgusting, rot yellow pus
Burning and festering against the whole
With anger and hate they fail to suppress
With a single word he stamps out the prole
The source of his rot we dare not to guess
Pray that his outbursts don’t lead to our ruin
Done too much for this to be our undoin'

Cracking and crumbling under the soul's light
We struggle to stand up against this force
How can we bear this, such an unfair fight
Can we truly hope to move from this course
Putrid tears roll down, our memories blur
Nothing remains within, aside for remorse
So we cower in fear, dare not to shrive
And while we rot he continues to thrive

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True and utter perfection in havoc
Shattering of everything we may know
Blood and wine flow through the streets so lavatic
With fabricated joy they do bestow
Their smile a falsehood, not empathic
Their glass full, they assure there is no woe
We sit in their hall, our masks façade joy
We happy few remain not but a toy

The lens here remains oh so very clear
Memories fade away in a drunk blur
The maddened lord leans in, there is no fear
The other lords feel like filth, not but cur 
So behold the mirthful, cry not a tear
As they bring the blade down with a sly smirk
Allagadda beholds its greatest work!


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= With thanks to Tstaffor, Ralliston, and Webb.
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