The Ancient Master
Beyond the moat and locked door
In the castle of ancient lore
Lies a secret from times past
One night there might be your last.
The Ancient Master lives there
Safe and secret in his lair
His life is other’s pain
Undead master is living’s bain.
Wolves, bats and fog he calls
With each whistle a foe falls
A simple glance from him can kill
Every battle gives him a thrill.
Only the sun takes his power
Thus he waits patiently each hour
At sunset his power return
And the will of fire burns.
If you have to face his wrath
Don’t at night cross his path
Face him in light when he is weak
Or he’ll leave your soul meek.
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