Winterfell
"The Veil of Summer"

Campaign of Shadows

Moonlight reflected off spear-heads and shields
of an army once living, now walking the fields
toward soldiers of light who had once stood united,
now scattered, divided, and too quick to kneel.

But standing above and diving them onward
a twice winged shadow with fire in its eyes.
A twisted achievement by forgotten magicks,
a subject of malice, dark hatred, and lies.

All the horrors men have dreamt of stretching on for miles.
Those beholding flee in madness, screaming all the while.

It's here the remenants of the Order, sworn to fight the damned,
meekly stand in stoic silence, swords in sullen hands.

See the men, overwhelmed...
(I can) scarce contain the rage within!

Fall, with me now, find your power
trhough the darkness in your soul!
You'll survive. Don't deny
you had thought of this before.

Stand. Find your ground. Cut them down
using any means you know!
Fould and black, don't hold back.
Let your conscience be ignored.

Moonlight reflected in red pools below you
and only the wind has the boldness to blow.
The Order you fought for lies broken, in death,
and yet no where in sight lies a trace of your foe.

With fire in your eyes, you harness the magick,
beginning to raise what had once been your friends.
The clouds in the sky cast shadows upon you
but none can compare with what lives now within.