They came in mist, in blood-wrought rage,
Across the vale, like beasts uncaged.
But we stood where thunder walked,
Where dragons soared,
and stormwinds talked.
My blade was not of iron born,
But forged in exile, grief, and scorn.
Each swing a vow, each cry a flame,
Each drop of blood a brother’s name.
The wolves ran silent, swift, and black,
With fire and frost upon their track.
Boldolph’s howl split sky from bone,
While Morrigan’s eyes turned hearts to stone.
And high above, the storm unfurled,
Two dragons circled round the world.
Pendragon roared with fire’s breath,
While Tairneanach sang deathless death.
Lore called the old names from the flame,
And Drax, my blood, carved through the shame.
Together we storm’s chosen three
Unleashed the wrath no foe flee.
Yet still I asked, mid blade and cry,
“Must kin be lost so we rise?”
But fate gave silence, not reply
And storms don’t pause to question why.
Now all is still. The earth, it weeps.
Our fallen sleep in warrior’s sleep.
The skies remember what we gave.
The Stormborne rose and stormed the grave.
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If you would like to read more Taranis stories please see: The Prophecies and Tales of Taranis Unfolded
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