Bright blue eyes and withered hands
Jedediah took his swing
Steel cut sword with ****** bands
Steel on steel again it rings

Solotris was not new to dance
The dance of battle he knew well
Caught in swordplay's gripping trance
Silent, he ****** Jed to hell

Fast they moved without a thought
Wordless plays ran through their head
Remembering what they'd been taught
Though Solotris would soon lay dead

Jedediah could not lose
Not before he knew the truth
Doomed to either sword or noose
He just wanted to know who

Who his star-crossed lover was
He'd fought through all of hell to find
He never had the chance because
He left his loving past behind

Spirits low and bounty high
He slaughtered might Solotris

But withered hands let arrow fly
The arrow, it had found it's niche

Jed charged forth with a mighty roar
Karadain was first to fight
Thunder ripped and skies they tore
The clash of swords was an awesome sight

Karadain, he moved with grace
Jedediah stood his ground
Every slash and ****** a waste
Parried with a ringing sound

Jed's claymore soon made it's mark
Silence played a simple song
He ****** it through Karadain's heart
To take a life was never wrong

Solotris bowed his head in shame
Friend or not he didn't care
Life was gone as soon it came
It seemed the fight was hardly fair

Drawing faith in many spades
Solotris began to march
Courage was what courage made
He raised his sword in a deadly arch

The Forsaken One, Jedediah
Drew his sword, his jeweled shield
long ago labeled pariah
He stepped onto the battlefield

Solotris, Kav, and Karadain
Ordered by the Lady Beth
Knew their mission was in vain
All to receive early death

Jedediah ****** his sword
Into the dirt beneath his feet
Adjusting voice he found a chord
And hummed so melancholy sweet

Reaching 'neath his armored plate
His withered hand withdrew a note
Words he scribbled for his mate
Words she'd never know he wrote

Solotris was a working man
Strength portrayed through muscled arm
Of battle he was not a fan
At home his children worked his farm

Karadain a gentle soul
Hadn't fought for quite a while
So long in fact his skills were dull
But the bounty price gave him a smile

Kav was a boy of many traits
A foreigner from war torn lands
Skilled with bow, always shot straight
Bright blue eyes and withered hands

Beth, the queen of sky and soil
She mourned the loss of lover dead
Her kingdom sat in dark turmoil
She wished for Jedediah's head