Sepika was once the lizardmen’s khan,
Whose eventual demise came from the hand of John.
From swamp to plains did he exude his might,
The Truth of life through gem’s light.
Many a slave died from the lash,
In preparation for his final bash.
Nothing would sate the great khan’s hunger,
Even the landscape seemed to heed the great hunter.
As King Varr of north did gain in power,
So did Sepika grow like a flower.
John went forth into battle and faced the Sultan,
With The slaying happening at the mouth of Auldran.
He heads to Death’s gate,
Where he will wait.
In the heart of his domain does his tomb lie,
He will be back, marking enemies to die.
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