Deep in the nigh,Niloc's dwelling did stand,
Carved in the rock of ages, by the masters strong hand.
His word had become music,then from a tune to a song,
The Champion answered the call,to dwell in it's throng.
The Champion must journey for us all
To a lake of bitter tears,he had found his way,
Standing on the shoreline,he knew what he had to say.
He called to a Night Mare to answer his heed,
Who rose screaming from the depths,a velvet black steed.
A sturdy beast for the Champion
With one leap he mounted,holding a handful of mane,
'Ride fast my friend,we must answer the songs sweet refrain'
Deep from the misted valley,they rode like a storm,
While in the enemies camp,rose a sigh, deep and forlorn.
The Champion rides for revenge
Through sleet,wind and rain,he rode deep into the nigh,
Over hills, woods and mountains, onwards they did fly.
Until,over the plain of truth,he found the rock of ages,
And inside the main hall,stood Niloc,the wisest of Sages.
The Champion's life's challenge had begun