The Ballad of Tosari Plain

Forever dark that fatal land
Where once we strove to break the chain;
Where Pwatok and Myrlani fought:
Tosari Plain.

The land was bound by evil dire,
All men of honor sore oppressed;
The orcish hordes enslaved a few,
And killed the rest.

One final hope in Hope remained:
Myrlani, Lady of the Light,
Stood fast before the ghastly plague
And spreading blight.

Tosari was the battle site;
Here Pwatok’s plague first met delay;
And here Myrlani’s valorous band
Were held at bay.

The challenge issued: Stand and fight!
In single combat there they strove
Before the armies, near the rock
And wooded grove.

Fierce Pwatok struck as lightning strikes,
His sword of Hate a crimson glow;
Myrlani’s Hope seemed dim and weak
Before the blow.

A blinding flash! A thunder sound!
No man could bear that fearsome blaze.
The armies cowered and turned to flee
As in a daze.

Who won the fight, no man can say;
Myrlani, Pwatok both were gone;
One thousand bits of Pwatok’s sword
Were found at dawn

And lying mid the scattered shards
That marked the setting of the duel,
A tear-shaped drop of crimson light:
One ruby jewel.

Good peoples of the world, take heart
Though tyrant’s steel be at the wall,
When hope and Hope together stand
Then peace may live through all the land
And evil fall.