Riivencrest, Part One: The Warlock.
A story I will tell to thee:
So long afore the Everfree,
When woods were but a single tree,
An evil stood above them all,
And Riiven was its common call.
The warlock hid behind his wall,
And whispered trancing lies to youth.
He spoke of honor and of truth,
Of some things he made to move.
By all of them he was adored;
They acted out on his accord,
So following their hero's word.
The stallion root of evil was,
Yet death for him's an open clause.
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