Lightspeaker stood at the edge
Of a precarious precipice or maybe a ledge
As he looked over
The fall wasn't far
It was now into the breach
To the undertow of the tar
On one hand the descent
The other, teeth
Assent to descent
Time for choice so brief
Though with spell and sword
He could realise his will
The Holy Light abhorred
ever to kill
The ravening ravasaur
Could be quickly dispatched
A revenant's fire
struck out like a match
He owed a deep debt
to the Knights of Blood
Off the cliff he went
And hit the ground with a thud
His was a leap of faith
By the Light's grace
He knew he'd fare well
and 'twas as though he hadn't fell
His senses tingled with an itch
The presence of the unholy
For soon he'd face a nefarious lich
Though he could finish the battle
He needed reprieve
Time for reflection interrupted as he was addled
Forced to leave
To his place to quietly reflect
Down on a knee
He sighed genuflect
His battle had started
His race to be run
His devotion imparted
To defeat the malevolent
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