Within a barren rock strewn vale,
He hunts and wanders on his own.
Forcing on, against a great gale,
He will never again see home.
For there are none that wait for him.
Ash and dust are all that remain
Of all his proud warrior kin.
Vengeance is all that keeps him sane.
There upon a dark mountain top
Looms, the tower, his greatest goal.
He climbs his way up, rock by rock.
There the black chamber takes its toll.
An evil cries its last death moan.
He looks around, he is alone.

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