516. Poem by Jaden Knight

The great army of Orcs lead by Ubel and Uvartha
march to war and death
250,000 scimitars and 150,000 pikes
formed for only one purpose
the destruction of all who oppose them

For 2 months they have raided the lands
burning as they go
losing few but killing many
leaving behind only rubble and corpses

They reach the fields of Cordallen
to find the enemy is already there
men, elves and dwarves in shining armour
waiting patiently to destroy their foe

The elves fill the air with arrows
as the orcs begin their charge
men and dwarves advance on their foes
with swords and axes raised

Thousands on both sides are slain
their bodies fall like leaves in autumn
as the battle rages heedlessly around them
their blood turning the soil into mud

After 10 hours the orcs are routed
a few survivors manage to escape
leaderless and scattered they flee into the night
not to trouble the land again for many years

The alliance can hardly celebrate
as too many of their own have been lost
their dead are buried with the proper rites
while the orcs are piled up like logs
before being set alight

At sunrise they will depart
returning to their respective countries
to rebuild and repair what was lost
hoping that the peace will last this time
until the dawning of the new age