I have poetry. It gets the point across, and flexes the writing muscles.
The light betrays with sunlit ray,
A brother’s faith must not allay
His power drains and chaos reigns,
So rise again and break her chains
The wolf returns to god’s decay,
Go find the girl whose gone astray.
Tut le laukku eiske toale kasau
Suruaskeoi yuse eilva ai vaukua
Sau silmu soilkeit nas tiennu luntaoi
Yaes naus naettai nas yas sei larttunssi
Tut opearssai runssi vonttas melssuoi lus
Hautkua satsa tut pia huein suhurtau nuortta
Above the grassy plains he fled, Through valleys deep and dark and dead,
In his wake the thunder rolled, Though few would know the news he told,
For the Crystal City of once pure light, Had fallen ‘neath the undead blight,
And a desperate king in vengeance sought, undoing that this madness wrought
Into gems his men do turn, walking halls to undead burn,
Two kings are in this cage, their men in final battle rage,
The sparkling city below the ground, A place where monsters feet do pound.