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                            Conflict Anew


     The hero comes, heavily, down from the mount
     Ragged, torn, back from the struggle
     A step and a stumble, hand braces on the hilt
     Of the sword that served, spilled the blood
     Called forth the last gasps, the cries of the enemy
     Just as his queen had asked

     Sound the horn, the man has returned
     Bearing the marks of his glory
     To rest but a few days, heal, and go out again
     For this is as he swore to her
     And duty is his rule and law

     In a time of coolness, the dawn breaks
     He takes his steel, ready to worship again
     To bow before the bronze glory of war
     And fulfill the continuing prophecy

     A days ride and the battle is joined
     It is thunder on the barren plain
     Crimson blood falls, translucent spirits rise

     Dusk, and the anger of the day still lingers
     The warrior was victorious, the day was won

     But it shall be his last...

     ...his story...

     has come to pass.





By Morngrym Verigost
     Knight-Errant
     Bard of KORT!



 
A small tribute to the warriors of old...those who walked the
lands of Neverwinter in the past, and made names for themselves.  Many a
glorious tale was created in those days...just as many are created today! ;>



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