by Hammircal
Born of violence, born in violence. She will have to survive, she will have to fight to control her destiny. She will have to make a choice between shadow or light, order or chaos, life or her death. She will have to make a place for herself in the galaxy, even if it means breaking it or being broken by it."Behold the patron of glory! Eyes afire with righteous might; skin bathed in the warm blood of the enemy witness the glory and blazing fury!His wrath rains down like fire from above. Bodies encircle him like a pyre. His hand never falters; his courage never wanes as the hordes overwhelm him.His last thoughts turn to his true love. He feels no fear. No pain. The chill of death cannot cool his passion. The hero burns eternal." Tala-Reh recites part of the poem
