Bloody sparks ignite
Ravens in the forest
Vinegar and venom cinge their tongues
Mountains of Fire burn their talons
Rivers of Ice freeze their wings
Eyes brimmed with blood and flesh
ripped from victims before
Black from the rotting corpses that lie in their bodies.
Too much for one.
He cannot hold his shield any longer
The flames consume him
In the tattered crimson clouds
Sorry, little Brother.
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