The Observer

The six picked out by fate, and also I
Rode forth to make the final sacrifice.
From fair Cardell, to wicked Darralye,
And into demons' grasp, as was the price.

The fop of Darralye, and I his scribe
Left town at dawn, against a clear command.
We crossed a continent to find the tribe
Who knew the truth of what had reached his hand.

The matron of the tribe described to me
What must be done: her highest holy spell
Read out upon the shore of every sea —
The only way to save the six who fell.

The deed was done, and Darralye destroyed;
Its demon-folk and I, claimed by the void.
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