A Poem donated to the Library of Cetha Entitled The Night of Wyrms

[Ravenovf]

Rise oh rise moon upon the black of night
Shine oh shine stars in the sky
For death is soon to rain from on high
This oh this night Amia trembles before draconic might!

The heavens are rent the Dark Flight is sent
The wings they roar as dragons soar
The fires they burn stone and steel
Death swift death is all that Benwick Feel's

They roar and like melted wax the stones flow
by the flight most dark the holy knights are laid low
This is the night of dragon flame, forever known time and again
This is the Night that Benwick burns and Wyrmholds Vengeance is earned!

Never forget ye who survive the price paid with knights lives
Never forget the night when the wyrm fire rained and the light of Benwick guttered and waned
Never forget the dragon princes price for visting harm upon his wife
Never forget that when the Embers Blazed all that remained of Benwick was ashes and charnal pits haze -By the Princess of Wyrmhold

[Ravenovf]

Another Poem is donated to local libraries and the Triumvir by the same mystery person

Lord of Shadows
Wings of shadow that dim all light
Fear you now the dark wyrms might!

Fangs like rows of daggers sharply honed
Fear you now to stand before the dark wyrm alone!

Talons like swords of ebon steel
Fear you now the dark wyrms ire to feel!

Eyes that flicker and see all
Fear you now to the dark wyrm you will fall!

Master of shadows, master of fears, master of darkness who has no peer!
Master who rules the darkest night, master of guile and bringer of fright!

Hail oh hail to our lord all in shadowed scales, hail oh hail for he can not fail!
The Wyrm of Darkness in deepening gloom, the Wyrm of Darkness who is your Deepening Doom!
-By the Princess of Wyrmhold