One sunny day Seth's precious sister
Came to Lonehill to see him
God only knew how much he'd missed her
The pain endured within
Amuse me
Please soothe me
Like you always do
In this moment
Troubles seemed to fade away
And joy volant
Was hiding bleakness of the day
The hand of fate divided them
Back in the day when they were young
In search of fortune
Seth left parents warm nest
Moved to Lonehill
Royal service was his quest
But Irene
With parents stayed
Indulged in rural life serene
When asked about life back home
Irene turned pale as a mourning ghost
Seth we're left on our own now
Fight with blue death our kin had lost
In shared grief a couple hours passed
Through the thickening clouds the mystic moonlight glanced
Somnolence salved from the torment of sorrow
Seth's sister exhausted by the lengthy road
Yet he's given up hopes of sleep till the morrow
He hearkened to silence in his somber abode
With tear-dimmed eyes he gazed at Irene
Her curls of red hair hanging down from the bed
Her sweet slender face froze in grimace of dread
She must have dreamt of the horrors she'd seen
Guilt penetrated Seth's heart to the core
How could he leave all the dear ones behind?
He'd give away fortune to return days of yore
And alter the misdeeds that his life defined
Carried away by this train of thought
Seth plunged into silence immersing to sleep
But then back to senses our hero was brought
By the sound of a broken door with danger fraught
"Stay here", - he told Irene
Then took his sword and slowly walked out
His fiends remained unseen
But someone's inside - there is no doubt
Downstairs our hero moved
To find the source of the alarming sound
But there in moonlit room
Silence greeted him in its domain profound
Seth's eyes in darkness stared
Cautious of the threat he stayed on his guard
Sword's blade in his hand glared
It's gleam splendor of night scarred
Time flow seemed to have stopped
Is it the calm before the storm?
The answer was not long in coming
Seth heard approaching steps
He turned around casting the fatal blow
Corpse hit the ground but it was not his final foe
Like rats that from the burrows crawl
More rivals soon appeared for carnage vile
Will hero fall or will he feast on corpses' pile?
Seth's trained movements resembled a grim waltz
His swift sword - wind's raging blow
Pierced by anguish were his rivals' last thoughts
To the vanquished their woe
By his hand fell all but one
Upon his scarred face like vulture Seth looked down
"By whose order you came here?"
And in response Seth heard "Of you I have no fear!"
Seth raised his fist to teach him some manners
But was stopped by a sudden hit
Lonehill Cleaver took care of the matter
Avenged his mates by Seth's sword slit
When our hero came back to senses
He rushed upstairs to his own drear
They took his sister, frail and defenseless
All that he held dear
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