Odes of Lights Grace

Ode to Amozel

Ode to Armozel, fallen redeemer of old,
Once a shining light, now lost in shadowed cold.
A voice of hope, now silenced and dim,
But whispers of redemption still echo within.

We are a clan of paladins, strong and true,
Forebears of honor, seeking to renew.
Bound by oath to right the wrongs,
To lift Armozel from where he belongs.

Through valleys dark and mountains steep,
We march onward, steadfast and deep.
Our swords gleam in the fading light,
Guided by justice, burning bright.

– Kalgar Darthvord