There was no warning,
And yet the demons came.
A wake of wreckage and death,
Destruction was the aim.

From Kinsarmar to Antioch,
Walls and defenses torn.
Demonic destruction unstoppable,
Innocent people forlorn.

Malignists chant an awful rite,
Act discovered, citizens fight.
Death as punishment, painful clear.
Malign ones fall under city's might.

Assaulting demoners hindered,
Lacking siege and arms.
Antioch forsakes all magick,
Magickers entering harmed.


By Cyna Veliryan

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Aequitas, in the year 511 AD.