dark is the shadow thrown and disorder off the land dethroned plants tangle as they go down a stubborn monarch's head uncrowned fiercely eyed and flaming pride mercia's men are called to stride with fire in heart rode the warrior fought to redden the roads of repton the king's got struck by shame loss has robbed reputed name no matter what our hero choose i fear that there is none to loose award him life or inside kill his days remain few numbered still ok i tried doing my best but let me know if there is something wrong!
