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Lord Pynhus Alecto
light of the coast
arm of Caergolh
father to dreaming
fell to the peasants
in the time of the Rending
fell in the vanguard
of his glittering armies
and over his lasping eye
wheeled constellations
the scale of Hiddukel
riding west to me garrisoned city.

Down in the arm of Caergoth he rode:
Pyrrhus Alecto, the knight on the night of betrayals.
When a firebrand of burning had clouded the
Straits of HyIo.
Like oil on water, he soothed the ignited country.
Forever and ever the villages learn his passage in the grain of the peasantry, life of the ragged armies.
They carried him back to the keep of the castle where Pyrrhus the Lightbringer canceled the world
beneath the denial of battlements,
where he died amid stone with his hovering armies.
For seventeen years the country of Caergoth had turned and turned in his embracing hand,
a garden of shires and hamlets,
and Lightbringer history hangs on the path of his name.

Down in the arm of Caergoth he rode:
Pyrrhus Alecto, the knight of the night of betrayals
firebrand of burning that clouded the Straits of Hylo,
the oil and ash on the water, ignited country.
Forever and ever the villages burn in his passage,
and the grain of the peasantry, life of the ragged armies
that harried him back to the keep of the castle
where Pyrrus the Firebringer canceled the world
beneath the denial of battlements,
where he died amid stone with his covering armies.
For seventeen years the country of Caergoth
has burned and burned with his effacing hand,
a barren of shires and hamlets,
and Firebringer history hangs on the path of his name.