From this fateful meeting new seeds of hope were sown,
As they toiled together with Anelahk there was a spark,
Her courage and her diligence he couldn't let alone
Soiryk began to see her smile brightening the dark.
Axela was also on his mind, her singing like a lark,
Her dancing and her killing, a perfect work of art,
Her open sultry glances made an offer to embark,
On a journey, he'd not take since he lost his sweetheart.
Soiryk worried if he chose that their team would fall apart,
Feelings growing stronger for each no way to choose the best,
Even as their march aimed at the emperor like a dart,
Growing love for both these women would not let him rest.
He strode with clouded mind across the darkened land,