Verse VI – Retribution

Disease hit the country violently

The corpses at first disposed of gently

Ended quickly filling whole pits

As the fever gained, killed at bits

The population, for the first time terrified

By this invisible foe still stood unified

Slowly the plague died, peace revived

Although calm had returned, the Queen worried

Almost a million had to be buried

Jekhâ certainly was not behind this calamity

For she was good, generous and benevolent

So whom amongst the kingdom could prove so violent?

One terrible, horrendous and merciless enemy

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North based, in a castle hidden

Lived out of time an ancient man

Older than Tigan and the world itself

With his strange research he prided himself

Twisting flesh and bones, breaking minds and will

Brewing potions and poisons, diseases he’d distill

The Doctor he knew himself by

Mankind could not turn a blind eye

But knew not how to wage a war

Save make it against such monster

Eliza sent ten thousand men

To claim reparation and when

None returned, once again

The Queen foresaw her bane

She retreated in her tower

Weakened, only to cower

Her firstborn son Haltor took the reins of Tigan

And day and night he prayed, asked the help of Heaven

Jekhâ, quite saddened and angered

By this useless massacre

Gave Haltor a weapon to end the war

A blade infused with her magic he bore

Her fury he unleashed on the north

Before the Doctor’s mountain he called forth

Powers uncontained as he leveled the ground

Turned the rock into waste

Cliffs into vast, empty space

From that day on, the Great Northern Mountains

Were transformed into the Valley of Death

The Doctor retreated and for a thousand million mortal breaths

Was not heard from or seen again