brave and bold

The flapping of wings heard thru hollowed tomes of old

Of two warriors brave and bold

One of fire the other of mage

Side to side they stand byway of death some say

The wind cracks from the hot dry night

The metal of iron tough an hard is on these two sentials

Brave and bold they stand

Eyes forward with out a blink

Their lifes to this moment me thinks

But here they stand blood on fur an scale

They who look as dark as wine

Their enemy afar with weapons of mass great and small

Yet here are friends stand brave and bold

Mountains of strength under their cloaks

To defeat many blokes

Afar and away they stand ready to play

Though are friends seem to have met their end

they stand side to side without delay

as the others watch from way

this is an ode to the brave and bold

A tale of hero's of many olds

They run like violet lighting

strike their enemy's down they do

Burnt to crisps an some turned into bits

A swarm from each side is no match for the brave and bold

Higher an higher the temp goes higher

Whish whish goes the mages stick

The enemy's many but low in morale

Soon to see without a second the death of their heads and toes

The brave and bold while strong to last also must evenlty be to fast

The collapse on the ground enemy's near

A nod is seen between these Two braves

A sudden flash is seen

But what is left?

But that of some karasline

The enemy regain but do not fray

For above the hill without seconds delayed an army of the braves

The lesson this story tells is one that I do not know well

For you see my friends these two are not quite dead.