"Hail, Hail!" Tharos cried,
"Blood games won't be denied!"
"Come one, come all..."
"To Hashan's Hall..."
"Where Lotus are gathering..."
"For eventful battling!"

"People of Sapience, young and old,"
"Join us among combatants bold!"
"They're ready for the glory..."
"To the death, quite gory!"
"In they go and now we shall,"
"See who can win this Battle Royale!"

A rousing, unmatched event for sure,
With Lady Ourania in Her allure,
And Patron Lord of the Black Lotus,
Scarlatti turned out in full dress!
The spectators arrived all amazed,
Each element was verily praised.

First the heckling and posturing,
Each fighter being intimidating!
Armed and runed they jumped in,
One after another trying to win,
The first was out fairly early,
Then things got truly surly!

Towards the end, those Lotus men,
Took out their Leader Okk and then,
Down to a Disciple among four Masters,
Was this the height of all disasters?
Shalar said "Nay!" and kept on going,
'til two plus he remained, fine showing!

But it came down to the Masters at end,
There was no room to play or bend,
Caoimhaen and Tzond circled 'round,
A sight to watch, they did astound!
The cheers and jeers grew loud and fast,
Tharos, Divine, audience... voices amassed!

Grand Master Tzond stood triumphant!
Tharos congratulated in masterful chant!
The winner was found in this Royale,
Surely a boost for Tzond's morale.
Until the next, to defend his crown,
Others start readying to beat him down!


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Daedalan, in the year 631 AF.