The Ballad of Childe Largo - excerpt

(all these Miho-themed rhymes.... I wonder if it's a good time to mention that I am not, in fact, a member of CoM?)

This is a fragment from the epic poem The Ballad of Childe Largo, recently discovered in an abandoned monestery. The rest of the translation is still in progress. (Don't look for results anytime soon, though.)


No sooner spoken than the shadow cast
A chill upon our thoughts, and fast
Were made our blades. Turned we to stare
'Pon that spectre's form, so fair,
And yet so fearful he did stand.

'Twas a mighty Lord of Darkness fell.
As we approached he cast a spell
Causing at his feet to gather,
The bodies of those fallen in slaughter.
An undead army at his command.

His minions he sent into the fight,
We forced them back with all our might.
But in her eyes I thought I saw
A trace of doubt; a momentary flaw
Of weakness. And I confess, I may have felt it too.

This was no time for faultering,
The Dark Lord's might was building
Ever greater for every foe we slayed.
I grasped my sword in both hands and prayed
That the seer's curse would not come true.

But the princess, she held back,
Not following into the attack.
"You fool, there is something wrong..."
I heard the words, but my rage was strong
No turning back, no hesitation now.

His magic was great, but his body frail;
For a moment I felt his defenses fail.
Then....