(The Three Provinces: Akroeg 354)
Bloodshed in the name of fun
Snow red in the morning sun
Yet the sun has risen; the day begun
The war is over; what’s done is done.
When wounds are mended and winter past
Our hearts will still be beating fast
Afraid we haven’t seen the last
Of the Gorbesh warriors, thousands vast.
When weapons of wood and steel fail you
Draw on the weapons you never knew
A ready wit and heart so true
A will to do what you have to do.
The losses and grief are the price to pay
As payment for learning in battle’s way
An inner strength, a guiding ray
A path to victory, as I say,
"Rejoice, Elanthia, you’ve won the day."