Bandit raid
My eyes are open
A horror lays before me
Hands reaching for us,
Grabbing at us in anger
I cry in painful sadness.
Bard's Song
I can't hear them now
The noise grows and I see them
I smell the lilac
And I sing of greater things
Of heroism and light
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