An Alliance that had gone neglected,
Between Allies that were once connected.
That younglings only knew as lore,
Has been shattered to its very core.

By Wun's hand, in one decisive blow,
Two juggernauts threatened to row.
A war avoided by the shallowest breath
Over the loss of Tarentae's Angel of Death.

You lose some and win some
But the outcome is income
First Clan wants it all and then some
But this tragedy dims their lights some

I'm not losing my mind 'bout what ain't mine
I just keep hearin' about reprisal through the grapevine
This hate is just jealousy and love at the same time
But this drama aint as good as this rhyme

We thought the dark days were past
But truly they’ve only barely begun
When friend strikes down friend
The death of Telona will hurt us all

Wuntila betrayed the departed
And now there is no stability
Will Tarentum destroy the Arcona
Or can the three come together again

“Hades”

The friendship of many
Is as fragile as the body of one.

The hatred of one
Is stronger than Oblivion’s inexorable song.

Careful where you stand
I'm a death dealer by trade
Telona murdered by my hand
I won't let Arcona's glory fade

I went against the trend
Thought I knew better, a Krath High Priestess
Trusted an old friend
Now I won't be there for this fight, to lead us

Written with Spenserian stanza

the death was swift and fast
futures have laid waste to the past

both clans are seeking the truth of familia
why the death by Wuntila

Telona was a master, a mistress of the dark
the death of her echos, the bit of the shark

together they have to rise above all
together, the dark lord will fall

Fallen from favor, and their Orders dishonored,
A bargain struck, a friendship earned,
Krath of the Clan of Death, and an Obelisk of her Arconae ally,
Beware of those wearing a mask, Brotherhood be wary.

Sister clans together in turmoil, assisting but untrusting,
Grand Masters’ orders, the Undesirables’ cleansing,
Betrayal by the hand of a friend, fallen is the magic forever mourned,
Iron throne upheld by blood, the friendship of sister clans be torn.

Alarm tolls through the Citadel,
Once, twice, thrice.
They each hold dear to their
Opinion, fear, anger.

Others cry
Treason, violence, a treaty broken.
Only one sits with level head,
Seeing yet not, tall and firm.
The Mountain of Selen.

An ancient tether snapped.
An alliance, easily unmade.
And all in the space of time
As the flash of a hand grenade.

We stumble 'pon the dark abyss
In a sea of turmoil and dark.
Our Consuls seek the mend us
With words we must now hark.

A new alliance, forged again
With bonds yet tighter still.
A plan to kill tyrant Pravus
....but who then his boots will fill?

The Dragon of Selen is,
a snake by another name.

Larger and deadlier,
it still bites the hand that feeds it.

With a life taken,
More is taken away.
Every move of a chess piece
Brings us to less ease.

But still it lives,
And Darkness it gives,
The alliance of them and us.