THE HERALD'S VISION
THE HERALD'S VISION The holy sage chants; fire robes a star Zor strides in snow; his feet trail soot. A maid bleeds light; ash mars her train the witch king sneers as puce gas coils and storms her mind to aid his plot. The high slave fades in halls of grace Zor's pure mask rips; iron stabs a lord.... Sign in to see full entry.