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Once rising epic halts abrupt, Brought low anew by history corrupt, No grand resolution did we find, Just echoes left behind. Fanfare turned to dirges sung, Fit for mourners old and young, Praising voices echo posthumous, In tales once so prosperous. No lively songs of gallant knights, For feats lost in the dimming lights, Portent of promise now turned gray, Dies ire, Dies ilaa fades away. Lesser rivers grieve the plight, Lessen floods in mourning's night, Past tombs with hallowed memory, Stood in silent reverie. No lively songs of gallant knights, For feats lost in the dimming lights, Portent of promise now turned gray, Dies ire, Dies ilaa fades away. From high-seats to the grounds below, The chivalry's forgotten glow, Proportioned dreams now dust in air, Left us clutching empty despair. grimmsfantasydetails