How stealthily the crawling mists have come upon our rear. How sudden, now; I turn and see, the veil of nothingness. What figures here are wandering amid the silent dark, what strange and eerie monsters there. Quick, we must embark.
Flee, my friends. We’re routed now. Run, each seek the light. Maybe again, the dawn will bring, if we true to our art, our company in one accord drawn to fight against this plight.
But the hero spurned the coward's word
drawing his flambard blade
He faced the fate that had occurred.
Into the fray he'd wade.
Let’s die well.
Tale Told 