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All await the clear blue sky
And Dread when the moon is high
When the night approaches and the shadows grow long
The ghost sings joy and the chickadee its song
All flee from the shadow
Lock they're doors
He will make blood spill from your pores
Kneed you're spine into his dough
Put thorns in you're pillow
And so tell the bard
When the sky still tinged with red
A hero Emerged from the crystal graveyard
The moon blew silver across her face
The death of the Shadows, Dressed in Bloodlace.

When the night had just begun
The blood wolf was out on the run
He and the rest of his pack
Where the first for her to attack
The Wolf was the first of the evil to meet its demise
It met its fate because of lies, lies, lies
The troll saw her as merely a dolly
This was his folly
It brought its fist down to smash
To it's surprise she met it with a clash
They fought with neither axe, sword nor spear
When it faltered and fell she jumped onto it like a single ruby tear
She tore off its head and released an incoherent cheer
It had met its fate
For the misery suffering and hate
The hero had kept her place
The death of the Shadows, Dressed in Bloodlace.

But those weren't her only challenges
For her next enemy was a pythoness
But yet again proved herself under duress
The monster fought with whip and trident
and there died the serpent
for all its attempts where in vain
It met its doom for violence disease and pain
She won with all ease of grace
The death of the Shadows, Dressed in Bloodlace.

After defeating the serpent charmer
She found a set of ruby red armor
It was of the strongest make
She was sure it would not falter or break.

The Shadow had heard of her feats
He sent his army's across the peats
She defeated them all with her sword
The bringer of good protector and ward
He set out himself on a quest of death
He tainted the land with his very breath
He found her hacking through a horde of undead
When she finished the ground was stained with red
The shadow turned to face her the spawn of some darkling
She drew her sword, the diamond in the hilt sparkling
"This is your last chance to share the power"
"I admire that you can stand and not cower,
For i am the death of the shadows and the death of you"
"let us cease this dithering for this fight is long overdue"
She deflected the dagger he threw
And so began the battle that would decide the fate of everyone
The dust kicked up covered over the sun
The battle lasted many long hours
It depleted them of all they're powers
And when they where both overwhelmed by pain
She, the protector of light and evils bane
Beheaded the evil shadow and broke his spell on the night
and so ended the fight
The savior of her race
The death of the Shadows, Dressed in Bloodlace.