The War of Wind and Fire

The War of Wind and Fire

Swift came the destruction of our belov'd world yet swifter still was the rise of the Wind.
Each had given their all to preserve the sphere but still came the inevitable end.
Earth stood resolute, solid, a temple to time, yet they were the first to leave.
Water flowed out from the Lakes, their authority sifted like air through a sieve.

Only Flame stood against the rising tide, flickering and strong against the maelstrom,
Their hearts burning with passion for innocence, equality, and all that would else be gone.
Rising up against both the Unknown Darkness, and the fierce gusts of Aermoancer ire.
The Pyromancers gave their lives for us, equality was then their only desire.

But Fire does not live without fuel and air, the rebellion seemd like a single burning match,
With each new victory, with each successive win, the Aeromancers became over joyed.
As candles in a spinning vortex, tornado was the ancient word, 40 flames they did catch,
A thousand more were slaughtered for their "treachery", their rebellion, and tossed into the void.

Now Loar has grown cold with no Flame to warm,
The Wind mages do aught to us but harm.
The Earth has left but empty rock,
The Water's power has come to naught,
Thus is the sorrowful end of the War...

of Wind and Fire.