Eludoran: The Legend of Lorelei in a Geste of Grave Misconceptions
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another as Betrayer.
Their third shall do an evil thing
when freedom is denied her.
Now Four and Five shall not survive;
misfortune Six to gain
by Seven’s will at least until
reunion on the Plain.
Though seven heroes journey forth;
prepare their final stand,
not all; I fear, shall chance to peer
upon their journey’s end.
Three children will seal the fate of nations: Lorelei the rebel vixen princess of Eludoran; measured against the yardstick of her heroic brother. Malachi her sidekick and cousin; resigned to mull over a love he can never have. And exotic Pendarynn; son of a jealous sorceress driven mad by revenge.
Their paths cross in Eludoran, where they find solace with each other. Little do their feuding parents suspect what’s been going under their noses; a friendship the like of which has never been heard of before: One which might shatter old grudges and usher in a new age of tolerance and reason...
--or bring everything crashing down around them.
Jonathan Goh
Jonathan Goh started writing at an early age and has never stopped. The author enjoys gazing at the moon, long naps, and sharing conversation—as well as the odd chew bone—with his friend and illustrator. Jonathan would like to reassure readers that he is human; fully human and nothing-but-human.
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Eludoran - Jonathan Goh
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Contents
Act 1 Cub
1st Cant
2nd Cant
3rd Cant
4th Cant
5th Cant
6th Cant
7th Cant
8th Cant
9th Cant
10th Cant
11th Cant
12th Cant
13th Cant
14th Cant
15th Cant
16th Cant
Act 2 Cur
1st Cant
2nd Cant
3rd Cant
4th Cant
5th Cant
6th Cant
7th Cant
8th Cant
9th Cant
10th Cant
11th Cant
12th Cant
13th Cant
14th Cant
15th Cant
16th Cant
Act 3 C.O.R
1st Cant
2nd Cant
3rd Cant
4th Cant
5th Cant
6th Cant
7th Cant
8th Cant
9th Cant
10th Cant
11th Cant
12th Cant
Glossary of Names (Pronunciation)
Did You Know…
For my grandfather
Tay Kok Tow
In memory of
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
1_Page_004_Image_0001.jpgAct 1
Cub
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name
And there she halted listening.
—J. R. R. Tolkien
1_Page_006_Image_0001.jpg1st Cant
Once long ago there was a maid
completely reckless; unafraid
to mock the Thousand and the creed
that every yearling has to heed,
forsaking dens to wander hence
5
beyond unspoken common sense.
Her people cast from homeland heath,
who roam the tundra; set adrift
by unforgiving brutal war…
Although in histories before
10
all recollection of the packs,
truesilver baubles grace their necks
and even vagabonds were clad
in cultivated silken thread
when old Shar’Ridan ruled as King:
15
such glorious days before the reign
of interloping Urskâldí!
Entire principality
evacuates when towers fall,
departing Elu-Vandor’s hall
20
without solution; looking back,
clothes worn to tatters from the tracks
within precarious mountainside.
Locating avenues to hide,
shall they pursue deserted land
25
away from overseer’s command.
Their ears grew sharper; pelts replaced
exquisite garments worn in grace
as each abandons courtly trade
for one requiring a blade;
30
concealed upon Eludoran—
The place you call the Singing Land.
Perhaps it has another name
to superstitious folk who claim
bewitching secret sorcery
35
surround its glade from tree to tree
and conjure an enchantment slow
around explorers who may go
unwanted to mysterious wood
pursuing gain misunderstood.
40
Those who indeed survive are changed;
relating situation strange
apparently encountered there—
Herbaceous trees in winterbare,
mysterious haunting music heard
45
escorting breezes; though no bird
is seen to wing across the sky.
Resulting choruses deny
tenacious purpose; scrambles mind.
Trespassers cast abroad shall find
50
compelling cause to fear the fey
immortal occupants to play
assorted tricks on those alone
for reasons which remain their own.
Their tales portray the hidden court
55
began by Karos; he who fought
opponents by commander’s side
against emerging ursine tide
until his uncle bid him bear
important warnings to the lair.
60
Hence one departing child was spared
horrendous massacre compared
with other followers at bay
his mission sending him away
from undiscerning killing floor…
65
Some he rescued; though little more
shall look upon accursed sight
on one such consequential night
where their appointed leader spoke:
"Our enemies do well to gloat;
70
commemorate their win today.
Recall the lesson; Lanorei!
Participants in war are slain—
Such matters cannot pass again.
The Red Usurper and his thanes
75
may choke upon their stolen gains!
Let all Creation see us dead.
We shall know better." Karos said,
pronouncing then in cadence low
enchanted incantation slow,
80
addressing here arboreal blades
upon their elemental glades
enshrouding all Eludoran—
what mortals name the Singing Land.
So Karos sang a spell profound
85
upon their newly chosen ground,
erecting barriers to protect—
Hallucinations which affect
imprudent wanderers instead,
ensuring none may see their glade.
90
Amalgamated shall they flow
as mesmerizing musics grow;
obtaining structure to remain
one unconditional refrain:
Myriad tones resounding deep—
95
expounding an eternal sleep,
Mortal doom; awaiting hour,
hope extinguished ever after…
Jackals; canines all composing
phrases from their own devising,
100
utilising mighty power
older; stronger than the fire
encompassing Creation bleak—
directed through the Words they speak
to shape a new reality
105
through concentrated harmony.
Enormous unabated sound
is interwoven; all around
throughout the very air they breathe.
More rapid now – enthral, reprieve,
110
Strength eternal as a tower—
Demonstrates musician’s power;
concurrences made living flesh
while integrated forces clash;
disintegrate – shall disappear,
115
resulting in distortion here:
Sensation tenuously felt;
a lurking trace on every pelt.
Created through their shared intent
was this authority which bent
120
resistance in the strongest mind—
exploring beast or humankind
who comes across Eludoran;
where superstition once began.
125
They consummate their spell begun.
Through harmonies combined as one,
a canine chorus now restores
domain upon unsheltered shores—
Intents demanding Elder-Speech;
united as companions reach
130
for mastery beyond their ken.
When conjuration comes to end,
Lord Karos saw their work was good
and so declared the spot he stood
commensurate domain to dwell—
135
enshrouded by surrounding dell
to colonize the way they chose
below their great oppressor’s nose!
Although for years usurper reigned
in Northern waste; he never gained
140
the road to one deserted trail
enclosing a mysterious dale
concealed away where none – alas!
except its dwelling folk may pass.
Though many rumours reached his ear
145
attracting interest; open fear
consumes the ones upon its track,
assorted pilgrims turning back;
away from places horror-clad
where even bears decline to tread.
150
Those who proceed may not appear
unaltered by surroundings here,
so few explorers dare to try
awaking danger. Mountains lie
encompassing the valley side
155
together. Neither scout nor guide
has come across an easy route
emerging through. The point is moot.
Moreover, no rewards await
within its hollow; none to sate
160
usurper Kings or mighty lords
intending to increase their hoards,
producing neither gems nor ore
from unassuming cavern floor:
Inadequate returns to risk
165
an expedition; so in peace
commander and his people stayed
long generations in the glade
some legends call Eludoran—
translated as the Singing Land.
170
Like morning dew’s departing shade,
reports collected slowly fade
to legends, spoken tales, or myth—
By humble inns upon the heath
uncounted minstrels mention kings
175
who ruled upon immortal beings;
recalling Eludoran’s lord:
Forever lurking by his board;
uncoupled from ancestral dens—
creating stubborn battle plans
180
enshrouded by surrounding gloom.
Secluded as a burial tomb
remain their chambers – council hall
supporting wooden pillars tall
where idle words were hardly said;
185
or any insurrection made
since he was knighted as a Shar,
intending to regain the star
lost Elu-Vandor used to be!
Below the weeping willow tree
190
does Lord Sharrikar brood alone
as Keeper for the Fallen Throne.
No argent silver, gleaming bright
enveloping surrounding light,
nor holding precious stone or brass—
195
It doesn’t gleam! Amidst the grass
is placed a single oaken chair
undecorated. Seated there
once pondered Shar’Rikar in thought.
An ornamented crown does not
200
accompany their leader here—
whose isolated thoughts severe
are clearly read upon his brow…
Devoted Karos; he has no
desire to impose the right
205
commanding Eludoran’s might.
Instead, he carries out his role:
Appointed Steward growing old
upon his duty; sworn to wait
here unassuming by the gate
210
while cherishing a hope in vain
that errant Kings come home again…
And here his heirs their stewardship
in old Anarien’s name still keep
until the day his children spurned—
215
True son and daughter are returned
again to claim Eludoran;
restoring all the Singing Land.
However, he has not forbade
spontaneous joy within his glade
220
where canine children roam unchecked,
undaunted; hidden from attack.
Pure harmonies arising clear
would fall upon another ear;
facilitate their owner’s gaze—
225
Spectators listening amazed
until they rise upon the breeze;
now generating some unease.
Far brighter tones than mortals heard;
embellished by the mockingbird
230
who shall return their clear refrain,
creating an unbroken chain
in Lanorei melodic spell
surrounding Eludoran’s dell—
A place where days were shining bright
235
as learned scholars come to write,
employing tail-script; open scrawl
their spoken tongue, as piping call
emerging chorus on the trees,
while northern wheat in golden sheaves
240
or berries laid upon the vine
all ripen sooner than their time
when planted on Eludoran’s
arboreal prairie meadowland.
2nd Cant
245
A distance hence, another pack
we may discover – every back
displaying ugly saddle-sores
alongside bruises. Countless scores
betray familiar scratches deep,
imparted by descending whip
250
delighting in another’s pain.
Vermillion spatters fall as rain
upon accursed frozen mud,
embellishing the ground in blood.
No laughter peals, no spoken note
255
there overheard from wasted throat—
distinguished by its collar tight;
restraining circumstance for flight:
This unrelenting chain severe
enforced upon their children here
260
as law and circumstance permit
the moment one shall learn to speak.
So small a thing, this leather band’s
accustomed weight… although a hand
is needed to undo its link!
265
What men manoeuvre in a blink
impossible for Lanorei—
Thus many learn who come to try.
Their fangs are useless. Canine claws
found insufficient: Clumsy paws
270
completely halted by a catch.
Another shame for those unmatched
by Urskâldarrí victory;
although a small indignity
when held alongside other cares
275
consigned upon them by the bears
obeying their appointed King
who rules upon the northern realm
which borders wide Eludoran—
where many stories come to end.
280
Highlord within almighty horde
was he saluted; like a god
revered by ursine warriors tall
as patriarch among them all!
Subsequently, an Age of Might
285
appears to pass – where lawful right;
compassion, loyalty to friends
become unknown. For selfish ends
unscrutable by most; does each
degenerate Urskâldí reach.
290
So hence it was for Bloodfang’s law.
Compunction rarely stayed his paw;
forever coated bloody red.
Encaged in slavery he bred
assorted warriors to fight—
295
competing for their lord’s delight.
It was to he whom Lady Fate
bestowed her blessing. He whose gate
stands all adorned by cruel spikes.
On bloody ramparts, rusty pikes
300
display their monuments to air.
Here empty eyes and sockets stare
awaiting evermore in place;
defiant growls on every face—
Proud warriors who made a stand
against usurper’s iron hand;
305
crusaders who shall never see
the rolling plains, the willow tree
that grows within Eludoran;
a place beyond existing ken.
310
The northern region his to hold
from Kyne to Icecap; where untold
Lanorei helots fashion stone,
reducing fangs and claws to bone
without the luxury of picks
315
while others sweat producing bricks—
Resulting mire trodden flat
by broken spirits to erect
those gloomy monuments they made
for ruling overlords instead;
320
accepting cruel fate, although
it has deserted people so!
Less hostile is Eludoran.
Protected from opposing hand;
Shar’Ridan’s legacy remains:
325
Proud history from early thanes
who in united spirit swore
to yet uphold ancestral lore.
There reigned in lost Anarien’s name
Sharrikar’s grandson; Arulaine—
330
An outlawed exile to the bears
whose line descended from the heirs
of Elu-Vandor’s proper King;
he rules in part. His chosen queen
was wild Anvira; called the Fair:
335
A magus born from song and air
familiar in the mystic art,
she won their leader’s wary heart;
remaining at Eludoran
as alpha female for his band.
340
The Queen possessed a beauty rare
that few among them could compare
or challenge. Irrevocably
from noble blood! Her family
they say has ties to Ailinel.
345
Since then no fairer maidens dwell
upon Eludoran again—
their line extinguished here in vain.
As pure a pelt will never be
observed among their hierarchy:
350
A russet hue from head to tail
alongside silver. Colours pale
portray her torso underside,
illustrious tail a vixen’s pride;
recalling newly fallen sleet.
355
Though brown as berries were her feet;
alluring paws that in the glade
were seen to dance. Her eyes are jade
in quality as well as tint—
Arresting gaze like razor flint
360
and like the hunting hawk in flight;
few things were hidden from her sight.
High Oaken Throne; warm summer’s breeze,
his kingdom, power – more than these
did one among them love his mate.
365
Together vow to share their fate
forevermore till journeys end;
conclude upon Eludoran.
O magical Eludoran:
our Paradise; our holy Land
370
which once presented sanctuary!
Come understand her history—
A healing temple; to engage
in meditation for the sage
or dwell on ancient stories past:
375
Nostalgic days we thought may last,
so keenly overcome by pride!
That silly fantasy has died
forevermore without a trace;
the once pristine Lanorei race
380
eradicated from their land
into the depths; away from men.
We ran, we fled, we hid away
and swore to strike another day.
On such a day would howls resound
385
as we reclaim our sacred ground!
Then bears may learn to be afraid…
Until such day, we guard the glade
against all wanderers who seek
forbidden trails. The mountain peak
390
denies intrusion from the West.
Some distance north wide oceans rest;
resurging unabated spray
awash on Icecap’s hidden bay,
erasing paw-prints from the sand.
395
Towards the South the meadow land
called Aventine: nomadic herds,
exotic people; solemn birds:
Impassioned scholars of the past
whose work ensures our stories last
400
though we who chance on these may go;
protecting secrets none shall know.
To utter East are realms untrod;
myriad places unexplored,
uncivilised; encounter fraught.
405
Resultingly, we travel not;
content within a certain glade
awaiting pilgrims unafraid,
where many claim; in stories sung,
was old when Shar’Ridan was young:
410
Ancestral home – Eludoran
entrusted once, though not again.
Here ruled custodian and his Queen—
Anvira who beheld unseen
dimensions; who uncovers thought
415
synonymous to mortal plot.
A mighty personality
comparable to surging Sea,
the great concerns to plague the wise
denominating gloomy eyes
420
regretting sights they swore to see:
What is, what was, or what may be…
They say their queen foresaw the doom
awaiting her; the lonely tomb—
Sepulchre’s welcoming embrace
425
which every mortal soul shall face.
Yet of unborn predictions bleak
she held her peace; nor would she speak,
anticipating lurking fate
we all encounter soon or late.
430
But while she ruled their woods were gay,
untroubled by approaching day.
Then songs were sung and stories told
recalling mighty heroes bold.
There many wondrous things were made
435
by able woodsmen from the glade:
Creations using spider thread
transporting soul through cadence glad,
exquisite pieces made from pine
disseminating smells divine
440
from open meadowland, or hill
where shy nepenthe lingers still
in perilous Eludoran—
Inviolate another span.
For what are we but mortal clay?
445
However, nothing gold may stay!
Not sumptuous nepenthe sweet;
emerging sunrise here to meet
unseemly twilight’s parting sigh
where colours blaze below the sky.
450
What innocence; or childhood trust
or spoken oath may ever last
forevermore to always be
unaltered for eternity?
Another understood her fate
455
when she pursued a mortal mate,
deciding strongly then and there
their roads to intertwine; to share.
To concentrate on family
she gave up immortality
460
in favour of beloved heir.
The Gods endow them with a pair:
descendants born twelve years apart—
A son who shall possess a heart
more courteous than Arulaine;
465
whose gallantry shall be his bane.
They dwelt eleven golden years
without enduring darker fears.
Mortality awaits them there!
Repeated coupling doesn’t fare
470
as well as it has gone before.
Participant cannot ignore
existing age; resultant pain
appears to be a dire strain
too terrible to comprehend.
475
Nor can despairing surgeon lend
assistance other than release—
Intense contractions come to seize
control upon resisting frame,
though every effort is in vain.
480
Contemporary potions fail.
Her breathing ebbs, her colours pale
like doom itself; omniscient eye
becoming dim. A piercing cry
recovers husband from his court.
485
He hastens hither… All for naught!
Late is the hour! Ravens tease,
announcing hither to the trees.
You come too late, commander bold!
Now destiny has taken hold!
490
Your daughter’s born – though at a price!
Subsequently, his heart was ice.
Hence day surrenders to the night,
already seeming not as bright
nor as enchanting in their glen
495
as when his dear companion sang
amongst encroaching moonlit eve.
The land itself appears to grieve;
all birdsong silenced and the flow
of rivers muted. No winds blow
500
across the meadowland to tease
nepenthe nodding in the breeze.
No songs are sung, no hikers pass;
disturb the smallest meadow grass
while Eludoran stayed its course
505
in mourning for the Queen-Who-Was.
Departed from those regions there,
her passing drew a sombre air
which unabated slyly crawls
throughout custodian’s mighty halls
510
to bring contaminating rot
upon relation’s idle thought.
Lord Arulaine shall slowly find
a heavy presence on his mind
approaches lingering to stay,
515
becoming darker day by day.
For others would he cease to care;
emerging seldom from the lair
where lay a certain barrow mound
amidst their old ancestral ground
520
hidden by nepenthe flowers.
There a Steward spent his hours,
unwilling to experience den
deserted by Eludoran.
Salvation shall demand a cost—
525
His lovely mate forever lost!
Yet though the Seer shall cease to be,
she propagates her legacy
to heal a brooding husband’s grief;
perpetuate some small relief:
530
Her only son from mother torn;
a lawful canine Prince was born,
who shared his royal sire’s name—
Their unrelenting kindred: Llane.
Conceived upon a stormy night;
535
the russet blaze in morning’s light
describes his fur from chin to tail.
With eyes the shade of amber pale
originating from the seers,
he felt far older than his years.
540
Precocious cub; his manner fey,
Llane rarely ventured out to play
alongside token friends he had,
subsequently shall choose instead
archaic lessons from the past.
545
Assorted histories; alas,
which claim our legends as a part
were soon committed to the heart.
Accomplished as he came to be
at complicated strategy;
550
still greater was collected lore.
No weapon master has before
enacted strike or parried blow
so near-exquisite; undergo
as overwhelming such a dance
555
where few encounters go by chance.
Now seasons pass; he slowly grew—
obtaining consequence anew:
Custodian leader’s acting hand;
protector of Eludoran.
560
Now drawn by circumstances here,
calamity shall soon appear
within a constituency:
Though recollected Llane shall be;
still greater tales are sung today
565
concerning kindred Lorelei:
So like the Queen in looks and frame,
tis’ said Anvira lived again
behind her daughter’s piercing eyes—
untainted blue as summer skies;
570
whose hidden properties enfold.
Her fur recalling silver cold,
emerging radiant lustre fair
distinct on every lucent hair
against her coat; a comely sight
575
to see the shades approaching white
upon her belly, chest, and throat.
Far darker is the colour-coat
characterising slender back;
Lorelei’s tail-tip raven black.
580
Nor could another reason why…
Unlucky sign; our sages sigh,
it sets apart the people Fate
appoints towards encroaching date:
impossible for one to know—
585
or so they say in voices low,
unheard as gossip through the glade
where Lorelei became a maid.
Away immortal kindred fared,
here dancing as her mother had
590
below the shining moonlight pale
which comes to rest upon the vale.
Thus ages pass Eludoran;
proceeding slowly to its end.
3rd Cant
There long ago in history
595
was held a battle needlessly
between opposing armies grey,
one yielding to the stronger fey.
Great heroes answered such a call,
pursuing glory till they fall,
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obliterated by a blade.
No winners here; so many dead
on either side as armies clash
in idle struggle, leaving ash
upon the breeze: unbroken lake
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of utter ruin in their wake.
Nor would opponents ever flee.
Some quaint, misguided bravery
commands them all to stay and fight;
attempting to regain the night.
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Although they soon shall hallowed ground
obtain; intruding soldiers found
compelling cause to understand
how we became the Scourge of Men.
We made them suffer; made them pay
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for everything they took away:
Our homes, our fathers, fellow mates
escorted to the gloomy Gates
protecting Dame Astarte’s realm;
the shadow sea to overwhelm.
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Small enterprise usurpers claim
unsullied from Aurellis Plain—
uncharted regions; barren land;
unworthy bastion to defend.
Still, land it was: the northern fjord
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surmounted by superior sword.
A worthy action; nor shall he
surrender this territory
—His legacy; his precious prize—
till doom descend upon his eyes.
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Tales name him as a pirate king
of whom the bards decline to sing.
Too savage for their cruel land
where other monsters own their dens;
they exile him to stormy sea
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considering their foe to be
exterminated by the tide
without supplies or trusted guide
who might expose the way to shore…
Concurrently, he came no more
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to plague the country of his birth,
remaining on the ocean surf.
Lone vagabond; his scurvy band
which numbers merely five times ten,
accommodation from their god
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protects their ship; steers them toward
salvation! Far across the sea
by chance; coincidentally
do bears behold a foreign land
unbroken by another hand.
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Hopes now restored, they alter course
intending to obtain by force
ambition greater than before:
A pirate haven free from law.
He came ashore; acquired friends.
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We realize how encounter ends.
Our skirmish fought; he won the day,
his crew subsequently shall stay,
usurping ancient hallways deep
until gods waken from their sleep.
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Thus usurper shall acquire
every single heart’s desire.
However, he was not appeased,
some quality obstructing ease…
A lord may thus acquire slave
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or concubines to warm his cave,
employ protectors; place them near
around his person. Hallways here
retain a legendary guard;
fel mercenary soldiers hard
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who hail from nearby Mycenae
where souls are taken night or day.
Associates alongside kings;
exalted rulers, mighty beings,
addressing such companions here.
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Yet even noble lords may fear
awaking doom; encroaching fate
opponents bring towards their gate.
Assassins, poison, dark designs
consume his thoughts. He rarely dines
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without implicit certainty;
suspecting poison. Warily
prepares precautions; true to mind,
mistrusting some unseen design.
To lead a hunt no longer bore
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one compensation; shall ignore
excursions over barren field.
Deliberating there until
inspired by a worthy plan—
What mighty foe, what weapon can
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prevail upon Mycenean skill;
the many talents they can wield?
Raw iron, sulphur, furnace flame…
Throughout the years they learn to tame
such instruments towards their will,
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conjoining miracles to steel.
Their mail alone denies all threat
upon the wearer; failing that,
no mortal effort can undo
those mystic barriers which imbue
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an armour fashioned of their hands
employing skill from other lands.
Such armour would usurper buy
in aspiration to defy
implacable demise; the doom
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characterising lonely tomb.
These requisitions will be heard.
Ambitious engineers appeared,
each eager to acquire prize
awaiting them. Their beady eyes
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exposing predatory greed,