A castle sits in troubled lands,
protected by contested hands.
Heir of right forced to flee,
black cold hearts, rulers be.
Deep in dungeons damp and gray,
hidden well from light of day,
legions plan of their revenge,
fallen kingdom will avenge.
Evil hides among the stones,
it slithers into flesh and bones.
Blood is drawn to foil a plan,
lesson learned by mortal man.
Rout will wait another day,
good of life shall have its' say.
Thoughts remain within those walls,
Darkness lay in Haggards' Halls.
Ref: Haggard's Halls ( II )
