For those who doubt that I hold any poetic prowess, here is a poem I
wrote for the wardens that I feel is one of my better ones. Apologies
ahead of time if the scribe makes a few of the lines skew and mesh
together.

The mist rose from the valley on the dark, emboldened night
Covering the army of marching demons and obscuring our mortal sight
We heard them coming while we stood, willing and waiting to fight
They had come to end our every life, but we stood vigilantly ready.

Closer the mob of wretchedness drew near to our hidden fort
Sending out a chilling howl as their pretentious retort
No retreat would be had for either side in this night's bloody sport
Yet stalwart together we all stood at arms, silent and wholly steady.

The gleam of armor and yellowed eyes quickly began to appear
Bringing with them a heady scent; a mixture of blood and of fear
The view before us in the foggy dark only a black and blurry smear
A bellow all did hear and with a jolt, snapped to

Drowning out the demon forces went a commanding call
A hiss of arrows followed that briefly silenced us all
We let up a tremendous warcry as the demons began to fall
The fiercesome arrows' maul had struck them deep and true

Glaives were drawn from their sheaths and strapped on tight
The crystal clear sound of their promising blows ringing in the night
We stood waiting patiently for the demons' rabid teeth to bite
Our blades wickedly flashing bright to the demons below

Archers continued their deadly rain and the war's cacophany rose
The bolted doors were splintered and breached as they came through in
droves The putrid scent of hatred and death laced the wind and assaulted
our nose A cry that echoed against the sky went forth as we engaged our
foe

The mournful moons watched from the sky as the battle ensued below
Teeth were snapping, glaives were singing, dealing death with every blow
Bodies lay cold on the snowy stone, numbering both of warden and foe
But the struggle continued, raging on to claim every demon and man

Death hung heavy and still in the keep as the we saw the first rays of
the sun We brothers that remained stood still and somber, realizing we
had finally won No cheers on our lips, we left our posts, weary,
victorious and done
Together we passed through the stark stone halls, their palour pale and
wan
Bandages, soaked nearly black with our blood, graced our battered frames
And all who were lost scorched our minds with their unforgettable names
Wearily we trudged away, only we and our histories would remember this
day
We had won our battle as a brotherhood and in the end, we had saved our
way

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Ultio, in the year 466 AD.