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                      brave and bold                       
                  -by The Silver Shroud-                   
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                        violet fire                        
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violet fire
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.