A Prayer for Fabius

O great kingdom of Aethos fair, you slayed the ruthless foe! Your glory was spread throughout the air, those who dwell within do know. You have lived for a thousand years, by the gods, you will a thousand more! In your midst was a man, a cowardly man he was. He did not fit within your land, he was the Aethian cross. The young Prince Fabius, son of the mighty King Heraeus. Fabius, then champion of Aethos, your sword should have crushed the enemy! So as to your legion, only child of Heraeus. But your weakness made you flee. So Curasus indeed defeated you! And the glory of Aethos too. At Mathog, the Kanwads won, For they had Targad, the beast. To you, o Fabius, did he run. Your men fought him at least, they did have swords on their sheaths. But you hid on a rock beneath. Fear was planted into your mind, Fabius. Resist is what you should have done. A warrior is brave like Adeus, not one who flees and runs. You know you are afraid. To go back is absurd. You are too late.