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The hills affected by November's grim spell

Clothed the feeble robe with fiery enclaves

Interwoven by the deep of barren crowns

Atop rise the ashen marbly stronghold walls

The pathway hidden under the ardent coat

Persistently uphill till reach the cold mount

Across this uncanny realm scattered

The shrines of pallid supremacy

Drowning among the frayed fields they persist

The watchers old, ageless...Immortal

Inscriptions carved aforetime

Subsequently became obscure

The kingdom once a proud entirety

And once divided trebly

As a figured funeral shroud

To grace three distinct tombs

The ornaments & emblems ever the same

On each remembrance stone

Be it knight, mage, priest

A noble, an occult, a villain

All them aligned by upright eternity

Yet cut by bounds and laid on foreign soil

The rivers everflowing

And the mountains keen crests

Ordered to separate domains

To lift castles and watchtowers

Now countless ruined silent memorials

At the land below the cursed moon...