polar cliff
We had our tents set for the night of sleep, when in the dark forest an army of torches flee
Brothers north from Wallachia coming to us, terrified and nervous of what they had seen
We took no action against them for they wore our clothes, but an attack was launched and the horn of the Wallachians was crystal clear
We had exited our tents that night to find Turks fighting Turks, so we exchanged in blows to brothers and to foes
The robes of our brothers they had slain they wore, they came wearing them to slay us once more
the soldiers were suprised by this night attack, but the Sultan had known beforehand.Amidst the fighting slid in the Impaler, vlad who swore to Imaple the caesar,
not too long did the handcannons arrive, and the Jannisaries were sent to kill and to thrive,
Soon Vlad stood facing the Sultan, a ruler to ruler, one would die.The Impaler that night entered with his hopes too high, and an explosion near them inspired him to survive, an escapist he left, with no pride or shame, and the land of Wallachia was ours again.
quiet holly