Scroll of Nostrovio's Tale

Red and white and blue and gold
The colors of this story old
Side by side, the brave, the bold
Their future's end, a fate of cold

Soft, fluffy, blanket of white
Fauna captured amidst the blight
Foul, dark creature the columns smite
The valor shown, earned brief respite

White capped curls on deepest hue
Storm and wind, the masters subdue
Across the sparse expanse of blue
To meet a land fresh with dew

Angry land rained down with red
Wrought many a man with awful dread
Hot rain, hot rock, hot sun never ebbed
As steel, tempered men were bred

Upon return, few told full tale
Disclosure met with scoff and rail
Success captured, drove minds to the swale
Such horrors and visions never to unveil

Assembled, they were seeming in prime
No breath, no bells, do longer chime
The chill of death, for many, new clime
At peace all rest, tranquil, sublime

Purpose

One of, if not the sole surviving documents written by Nostrovio that is considered by academics to be fictional.