Actually, not so good. Gonna redo.
He came when moon was full
And hall was still as stone.
Undead, the Politicians, all
Were bowed beneath a throne.
Aye, came he to our hall
And taught us how to laugh,
We who in our folly
Forgot that out of joy,
Laughter was half.
Some music played behind the walls,
A coffin they laid down
To play the pipes so sorrowful
In Necrothreat, our town.
And yet he came to save us,
To hold the marble walls
Upholding blade of blue,
Defender of our halls.
Did he? Weep, you Forumites of old!
For NAV has left the barrel,
Apiks left his pick.
And Highmax...Highmax lives
With fury in his eyes
And all around him dies.
For hope was in our heart,
Our weapons close to hand
When Highmax came again
Unto this deadened land.
He came when moon was full,
And hearts were made of stone.
His blade so red, our hope was dead.
Apiks still sits the Bone Lord's Throne.
Second attempt (Hopefully better than first) :
We waited by our gates
When Highmax passed us by;
We cheered to see his face,
To catch his gleaming eye!
The sunset burnished red his shield
His sword was silver, gleaming pale
And where all others had been foiled
This lord of old could never fail.
He slew the Trolls across our land,
He gave our army strength.
The forges pounded metal strong
To give us tempered steel of wrath.
And we loved him; his iron fist,
The way the Bone Lord quaked with fear.
Who could but look on him without
Some pride, some heartfelt, earnest tear?
Not I! Yet when the blood was in the air,
When fort and honour called him on,
His temper failed. Our fates were sealed.
He did not join us in our song.
And how the Bone Lord laughed to see
Our hero, red with sin.
And how our hearts were broken, torn
By him, who in our pride, we had let in.
Now close your eyes, you Forumites who read
These words of sorrow. Close them, and think
On honour lost, and swords turned red by pain.
And think, at last, of he whom we have lost.
Edit: finished.
Edit Edit: Did a different one.