Margila's Ley

Three united in the past,

a temple built and spells did cast.

Fell powers grew and took the land

and peoples 'round as they had planned

Three keys without a lock they made

of gold and gems and overlaid

with spells; three tools would mortals wield

to force all powers of good to yield.

But armies cane with weapons bared

while evil was yet unprepared.

Grove and tower and many crowns

and peoples of the fields and towns.

The stones were split, keys cast away,

as to the fell came judgement day.

They hid the gold and sent the rocks

to cashes four, with magic locks.

In hiding these one fell behind;

when gods escaped, it was confined

amongst it's own - it's very lair

became it's prison and despair.

The fortress ruined and torn apart

and left with chains around the heart

of evil power - but the keys

were never found in the debris.

They know not where it dwells today

to guide it's minions in the way

to lift her temple high again

with tools of flesh, with mortal men.

Heroes bold now die or flee

from four fell armies they do see.

One must bear a key of old,

orb or rod or crown of gold.

Beware good men or you shall fall

unless you have the where with all

to seek and find the boxes four

and so escape forever more.

With any key you might succeed

in casting out their power and greed,

but if you find the battle done...

Destroy all three and you'll have won!