Epyllion of Aranand

Forty thousand knights, valiant,
Rode against a desert storm,
Upon the backs of galloping stallions,
On to save their kingdom torn,

By hate and greed among the rich,
And fear among the poor,
Forty thousand knights on stallions,
Rode against a raging storm.

And fast they rode, under the moonlight,
Fates guided by the heavenly stars,
Their shadows were cast by the glowing sunlight,
As they passed through mountains large,

They rode across gold desert sands,
Pushed on by their forty black stallions,
As they rode through the twenty shattered lands,
Of their kingdom, Aranand.

They rode toward the evil king Marath,
Of the kingdom, Talanor,
Corrupted by his evil power,
Enslaving all who dared ignore,

His vindictive commands and unjust rule,
Over the world of Aravan,
A dark robed tyrant,
Merciless and cruel,
Forever seeking his revenge.

But forty thousand knights on stallions,
Rode through a desert storm,
They reached their kingdom’s place of Jade,
And Fought for their kingdom torn.

They battled Four hundred evil minions,
And conquered the evil king,
And then the forty thousand knights,
Returned the throne to the Queen.