(Written by D. L. McKiernan - DD P#256)
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Loose not the Red Quarrel ere apointed dark time When through the gate His beauty shines As the portal of Evil's coming ope's To crush the good and dash all hopes. His beauty shields vile as Moon shields Sun. Destiny asks, "Strike which one?" An Evil so fair, and an Evil in iron, High in the tower in the Wastes of Gron. Neither of the two Evils must thy strike claim; Instead smite the Darkness between the same. Loose then the Red Quarrel and free the light. Loose then the Red Quarrel but lose thy sight. |