The Rise and Fall of Tiaran, Prince of War

Written by Occasional Anvilite

One soul dared brave the flame alone,
Soul of a devil into that of a god now grown,
Venturing deep into the dark unknown,
Journeying a pact to make, sins to atone,
He walks the realms, Tiaran heir to the throne,

He strode through death, fire and war,
Held by no chain, blocked by no door,
Wherever he went, inspiring awe,
Traveling with those who to him swore,
He walks the realms, Tiaran keeper of lore,

He journeyed long through lands most hard,
Bearing his hosts ever swiftly onward,
Blocked by no wall, stopped by no guard,
Against all evil he found he warred,
He walks the realms, Tiaran the Demon shard,

But all things fall, and even gods do die,
He was watched by a Demon most sly,
And with pacts it turned his greatest ally,
At battle on the hills things were turned awry,
Tiaran walks no more, now under stone he lie,

But still it's whispered in deepest halls,
That when demons beat at the holy walls,
And in once-quiet wood the great wolf mauls,
When the greatest tragedies enthrall,
Tiaran will heed your lonely calls.

Leavinus Crom court bard, 560 OER