Arrival at the Tsar's Dance

The Ancestor lived in a manor quite grim.
From its dungeons pours a putrid brim.
He didn't shy away from knowledge so arcane,
But our ancestral castle now in ruins remains.

Dark shadows dance, and monsters surround.
Heroes fight fearlessly standing on the ground.
Each one's ready to show their might,
Banishing demons to eternal night.

The Vestal healed and lit the misty path,
The little Dog howled and bit, in anger and wrath.
The Crusader counted taxes (eagerly), all in glare,
But every single teammate ran from Plague Doctor's care.

The Jester's ballad neatly changed the mood.
The Abomination brought to all of us no good.
But under the Old man's protection, we are not to fear.
What did the guy in turban sing? It's no longer clear.

Effortlessly the Bounty Hunter aimed.
Daggers from the Grave Robber flew as if inflamed.
And Dismas always answered every blow.
The Hellion's roar brought the villains low.

The Antiquarian saw gold in all the trash.
The Leper's crits have turned the foes into mash.
The Shieldbreaker seemed to be at ease with the snake.
The Arbalest shot bolts high for nobody's sake.

The Flagellant has ditched his mate tonight
This week was too dismal, it didn't feel right.
The vampire's curse urges new blood to be shed,
But with the torch, we'll once again dispel this darkness dread.

The Ballad Of Darkest

Eugene Plasmon

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