I scorn all love, I favour wrath, tis best left for the meek. All honor I return to friends and other Lords deserved. To honor you, I would enshrine, the world then I would take. All Asgard's dwellers, looking grim, then nodded to this king. Triumphant mein came over him- his darkened soul did ring.
All death is but the way to birth and peace is men's desire.
This and the magics meant to heal and guide on wisdom's path. Harm with your magic, and you die a death forever long. They rode like leaves upon the wind. Ensorcelled mage grew mad. He wanders - never trust or friends.