Seige of the FIre Giants

Deep in the meadows Where the Spire stood unwavering The flames of war lay siege Giants tear asunder The vast knowledge of the arcane In the name of the Demon of the Red Sun Kin of the Red Sun Emboldened by their victory Burn what remains of the Spire Cultists set ablaze The tomes and spells indiscriminately To achieve their twisted dystopia Emerging from the ashes The defeated dragon cries Fueled by a newfound rage Heart full of mourning For her fallen brethren She swears they have not died in vain Overwhelmed by grief Her pilgramage begins A desperate quest for solitude After many countless nights Solace is found in the sands Where a great storm will manifest