Yonder lies Babylon

1.
As the rain bows down, to great the silent moon;
the path so arduous, the pilgrims hope still lingers.
The mist was accompaning them and the eyes loom;
lanterns cast their vice, to add some murky gloom...
Regrets in my sorrowful heart to ponder upon, hinders.
I can see the journey meat its promised hithers;
"Will I be with you, my love, so soon!"


2.
Shielded by our faith, the task is firm at hand;
bewitched, the sentinel, an owl on treetop stands its guard.
Yonder lies Babylon, our accursed and promised land;
cleance our minds and souls for the quest so grand!
Orders cleared and hardened glimpses ward;
"Who shall witness thus and there shall be the Bard?"
Forgotten, not forgiven -- the few faithful mercilessly stand...


3.
Together Vanity and Fervor, hand in hand come Entitled with Proudmore;
Godspeed was also amongst, and so was Splendor. Judgment held the banner;
Dauntless gallavanting. All hefting sword and shield, most certain bored:
"Nothing shall challenge us, and be of worthy adversary be it a Hells overlord!!"
"Will I be with you, my love, so soon -- as the anvil longs for the hammer!"
Abrupt was the ending to this jolly ride, like a breaking gossamer;
the mist held tight; bows stretched to breaking point, the moon turned scarlet-gored!


4.
All was up or nothing, Babylon at hand, short came might, was wrested;
scattered faithfuls stand. Avengers, but mighty, still blight upon them;
Vanity was treasoned; Proudmore daggered thee! Godspeed trampled hasty;
his corpse drowned in the blood. Dauntless met his terror; Fervor faithless, bested;
Entitled stubborn screaming, denyed himself retreat: "Curse them!"
snarled his voice, to shatter and never speek again... A Golem
standing in its place and the hooting of the owl, was all what had outlasted!


5.
Splendor, but forgotten, amongst the broken weapons was his save;
as the minions parted, so left honor, name! Yonder lied Babylon
quiet was his entry; sorrowful his shame... Was he maddened--sane?
Who could tell you thee, the former champions folly, like a song inane;
no-one wanted notice; in the trenches scorned. Knight, so broken, lone --
looking gaunt and fiendish; scrambled all his gesture, former Joy all gone!
"Will I be with you, my love, so soon -- as vows hands could stave!"