Long before the day arose To bicker with the night Seven kings from seven isles Frail with solitary fright Cowered on thrones from which their blood now flows Not one kin of any seed Lived to see the solemn days When chaos ruled upon the men And death spoke omens to the ways When heroes lived but none had failed to bleed Apox upon that sinful tower Raised by gods above the sky The daughter of Bynaan from Rjgaan Misled by fire from heathen eye Intoxicates herself with blood and power *Unfinished* *Comment if you like*