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This next is my attempt at a epic, it is somewhat longer than the last, and it isn't finished yet.

The Wind-Swept Plains of Agnarius


Angel of earth lo aloft
Crept the mount slow and soft.
With speed and grace
And strength of face.
In his travels through the world he's seen
Lives, potentials, shattered as a broken dream.
The angel fallen form his heavenly position
Continued with his task on this earthly partition.
Walking his mountain path and craggy terrain
Accompanied by storms, thunder and rain.
His wings out-stretched and ready for flight
When high in the sky in this hour of night.
The Omen: Three comets in tandem formation.
Riding the sky to foretell dead animation.
"When the dead walk the earth
And the living hide in fear.
There will come four in rebirth
Who will the evil end, as it draws near.
The time will be known when there
In the sky are comet's three.
Dreams of young are haunted by nightmare."

This legend passed to him with another voiced concern
There were none who claimed the origin of this to discern.
"Of the four to come this we can learn
One is of death, banished from his realm,
To make amends for his sins and with passions burn.
Bearing no arms, no armor nor helm
He with wings of Gold shall free
All those oppressed."

The wind howling and screaming its get,
As the path was let.
Into the air he stole, his wings great.
Spanning far into the night of late.
Within a single beat of the wing he passed a day's walk,
Further across the plains he soared like a dying knight's balk
The sun rising fast across the hill,
Showing the homesteads and countryside: Ill
The light of dawn showing his way.
His travels extended from night into day.
The golden Red-pink of the morn,
Led him to his goal like a foal new born
To its mother. In this life alone
Could such a sight and beauty be
For not even after life could he this beauty see.
The clouds stained crimson in the morning light,
A red so deep against the azure sky -- two opposing forces in fight.
Mountains behind of him rapidly diminish as his progress
Continues late into the day. Each step into a trap with no egress.
The World had for him a great need.
A want, a requirement that he be one to lead.
No word would cast aside his duty to all
And he knew, with certainty, he must fight or fall.
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