Submitted: 28 May 1998

Faenella's Keep

by By someone who was there

This relates to those brave souls who risked all in defense of Wren's dream, down in the sewers, in the period before and after the 100th day of Lirisa the Archer.

The hour is late
Death's drum pounds its beat
On our steadfast souls
In Faenella's Keep

Such vengeful hate
Could n'er inflict defeat
'Gainst our kindred band
In Faenella's Keep

Joined in fate
Not to call retreat
We stand as one
In Faenella's Keep

Let me relate
That our lasting feat
Was Our Lady's breath
Blessed Faenella's Keep