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Alcazar

Alcazar, brother of Oberon, owned a mighty sword.
Blessed was he in battle and fight.
Gold laden was his land Bedlam,
His great hall holds his heroes,
Among his kinsman is his brother, Oberon.
Together they drink, dine and celebrate.
Much mead filled the bellies of his men,
Sleeping were they fall the night comes to an end,
Only to bring about trouble.
Damask, the devils kinsman, has attacked!
Alas, the gold remains, as does the mead.
Oberon! He has been taken.
Rage and revenge rise in Alcazar’s blood.
Fate has twisted him into another battle,
His ultimate journey, to Darkhail,
A fortress of fear and frenzy
No man’s land hath called his name
Alcazar replies with his fearsome battle cry.
From Bedlam he goes,
With a heart set on revenge.
He knows what must be done,
And he knows that only he can succeed.
A battle between man and beast,
Where claw meets fist and
Shield meets dragon’s breath.
The journey is as God hath planned,
A test of Alcazar’s strength and will.
Through raging seas and snow caped mountains,
To desert plains and isolated castles.
Arriving to a land of evil,
Face to face with death he stands,
Draws a breath and beings his final stand.
Cries he hears from a beast above,
Watching him with blood lust eyes.
Tongue of fire, wings of Flight,
This is no sea monster.
This is Nightshifter.
A demon among angels,
Alcazar is not phased as he stares,
Into the eyes of his demise.
He glides forward on guided foot.
standing before him, winged beast,
angel's foe and Damask’s pet.
A whisper of fire engulfs Alcazar,
Dragon’s breath filling the air,
Darkness. Burning.
His hands lay burned as his sword.
Once a mighty slayer
now a dissolved dream.
Words of wisdom whisper.
“A swords shall serves only a while,
but compassion shall endure a lifetime”
A glimpse of silver flashed,
A look beyond the beast revels
A sword of might, fate’s design.
God’s right hand lay upon Alcazar,
As he sailed straight for Satan's serpent
Blood if green, breath of life
All which escape this bellowing beast,
Nightshifter tried to escape God’s son
inching away like a worm from a bird.
But fate was against this beast of night.
Leaving Darkhail at the mercy of God,
And Damask at the Mercy of Alcazar.
To a tower of great high to ascends.
To find a brother taken by foe.
Amongst the demons and shadows alike,
Lie prince Oberon, chained as if criminal.
In a flash there he stood, Satan himself
alcazar angrily gazed upon his face,
Filled of scars and immortal hate
In an instant it is clear that to weapon
can touch this cursed being.
Alcazar grasp Damask's throat
Squeezing, stealing the life from him
Before it had begun it ended,
This battle of strength to which only one could win
A look between brothers, a gaze of honor.
Fate’s plan had been fulfilled,
Oberon's life returned,
Alcazar rules for 30 winters,
until his foe returns.
A final call sounded by fate.
The sword he raises one last time.
Two men die in glorious battle,
One lives on while the other is forgotten.
A memorial built high and strong,
Amongst the shores leading to the beyond.
No king shall live to be so great,
No warrior so bold
No brother so loyal.
Written by unseen_
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