there they crawl forth upon the field of dead dripped in red from those who've bled .has word reached captain Lannon. the book tells us all .I must ensure it makes it here .in these dark times a poem may arise the warriors of forgotten time .
beings drifted from sight. may killus fail .I know he is behind this .
a prophecy in the tides of fate ..sefron prince await the shores ,locked in red behind closed doors .
has the demon been found .
sire the demons of .sefron arose upon the haunted lord's of torment .
they gather for death. a path at reign is lost .they have the world .
but not my kingdom .the tale of the forgotten prince may bring enlightenment. I must go the prophecies speak to me .


lord draknar in .sefron hell .

© David Alan Salsman
end of book 17 prophecies of the undead king