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{{General Fanfiction Trail}}
:Death comes early to the fools
:Who feel superior to the rules,
:Death comes easy to those who ignore,
:For those who don't want to go to war
:Death is for those who only want to live
:Living is for those who are willing to give
:Givers, have their own tale
:This is for the ones that chose to fail.
''-The Wet One''
The dead are ones not to be trifled with. The defender of Vitharn will be remembered for their battle and this obituary will cover the identified by name. For the others who aren't known by name you are not of exception. This is a poem of shame, ignorance and pity. Vitharn will always suffer due to the sins of the citizens. They have forsaken themselves to an eternity of suffering.
:Souls reside in this dusty place
:Too ashamed to show their face
:Warriors cower behind an iron shield
:Too scared to fight, too proud to yield
:Scholars read, rant, and tire
:Learning in a city on fire
:Mages use magic for trivial things
:Learning to be strong mystical kings
:Commoners hold up their golden flasks
:Eating while others are placed into casks
:Althel dawdled and counted aloud
:Tonight pity will be her only shroud
:Anglor stayed and preached to the divine
:Life with the daedra will punish his crime
:Cirion was the grand ruler of all
:Yet he sat, and watched them fall
:Bat Gro-Orkul, so cautious about arms
:He is to blame for most of the harm
:Hloval Dreth, the stubborn magic caster
:He would have survived if he had thought faster
:Desideratus Annius, concerned for a doll
:His excuse, may be the worst of them all
:Their sins led to their early ''d''emise
:Eventually, they died ''f''rom their lies.
:Death comes early to the fools
:Who feel superior to the rules,
:Death comes easy to those who ignore,
:For those who don't want to go to war
:Death is for those who only want to live
:Living is for those who are willing to give
:Givers, have their own tale
:This is for the ones that chose to fail.
''-The Wet One''
The dead are ones not to be trifled with. The defender of Vitharn will be remembered for their battle and this obituary will cover the identified by name. For the others who aren't known by name you are not of exception. This is a poem of shame, ignorance and pity. Vitharn will always suffer due to the sins of the citizens. They have forsaken themselves to an eternity of suffering.
:Souls reside in this dusty place
:Too ashamed to show their face
:Warriors cower behind an iron shield
:Too scared to fight, too proud to yield
:Scholars read, rant, and tire
:Learning in a city on fire
:Mages use magic for trivial things
:Learning to be strong mystical kings
:Commoners hold up their golden flasks
:Eating while others are placed into casks
:Althel dawdled and counted aloud
:Tonight pity will be her only shroud
:Anglor stayed and preached to the divine
:Life with the daedra will punish his crime
:Cirion was the grand ruler of all
:Yet he sat, and watched them fall
:Bat Gro-Orkul, so cautious about arms
:He is to blame for most of the harm
:Hloval Dreth, the stubborn magic caster
:He would have survived if he had thought faster
:Desideratus Annius, concerned for a doll
:His excuse, may be the worst of them all
:Their sins led to their early ''d''emise
:Eventually, they died ''f''rom their lies.