The Shores of Jodan

On the shores of Jodan, Magyk runs deep.
Flows from the sand and into the rivers,
From the fertile soil by the hungry seas.
There waited the Magyk, a power so deep.

Enchantments abounded to hide this isle,
From muddied hand of the mainland's scum.
Lost to darkness was the Magyk of;
This wondrous jewel surrounded by sea.

But evil saw through this cloudy veil,
And brought it's fist 'pon the shores of sand.
It tore the earth and devoured the skies,
With one thousand teeth of tempered steel.

The flames rose up 'round Nimyrn's home,
A wizard of might and purity.
And stood by his master the apprentice Faux.
Who's Magyk was little but courage was great.

The dark hordes of evil camped all around,
Whose armies grow when mortals die.
The undead legions ground their fangs.
So waited to slay, did the evil vampyres.

So Nimyrn stood by his Magykal land,
And Faux gathered strength in hopeful prayer
That high god Tarin would look down on him
And spare their souls from the evil brigade.

And mighty Nimyrn raised his hand,
Gathering his Magyk from the pit of his heart,
And urged the evil ones come to him,
So he might destroy their blackened souls.

Fire leaped and swayed from the tips of his fingers,
As Vampyres swarmed from southern hills.
They sent Magykal forests to fiery ashes,
But Nimyrn could scar their number too.

And Faux swung his dagger as he stood besides,
Protecting his master as best he knew how.
But the dark ones rejoiced as they threw him aside
And began their feast on the powerful one.

Great Nimyrn fell under two thousand hands,
Of one thousand creatures who reeked of blood.
But he had one trick left beneath his skin.
And boiled with power as the evil attacked.

And Faux watched in horror as his master began,
To glow with a light of unearthly strength.
And the vampyres did run from the brightness he shone,
But Nimyrn intended to end their reign.

So Nimyrn did glow till his own very body,
Burst to flames of a most powerful kind.
He seared the eyes of all evil that watched him,
As his body flamed with the might of the sun.

And the children of darkness fell like flies,
As the sunlight blared from Nimyrns skin.
And Faux was spared as the dark ones did drop.
His purity was his saving grace.

And so died Nimyrn and the troops of the night,
Together they battled, together they died.
But great Tarin looked down on the Magykal land
And one single tear upon the island fell.

It gathered the Magyk from the charred, broken land,
And transposed it's strength on the one living child.
The apprentice Faux was the last one left.
And the power of the isle was transferred to him.

He stood there and sparked with the power of gods,
And walked off slowly to the halls of the great.
A monument to all darkness, and the evil who try,
To dominate Magyk with the power of hate.

On the shores of Jodan, Magyk ran deep.
Flowed from the sand and into the rivers,
From the death stained soil by the bloody seas.
There waits Jodan where the shadows lie.

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