This was a poem I wrote for the Revel but didn't enter in time. Imagine this sung or recited around a campfire in a camp of refugees, or perhaps raiders, from Nagnang. I imagine it in six voices, one per verse, decreasing in pitch from a young girl to a brawny warrior, with all six of them joining together for the final verse.

Since it was meant to be chanted, it has a very strong meter, and of course it rhymes. The last line of each verse is the same, emphasizing the point. It is, after all, meant to stir the Nangen spirit for battle.

The last verse is atypical, four lines instead of three, followed by an isolated line that echoes the final line of each of the previous verses. I also tried to slip in the names of some of the Forsaken Clan characters, less than successfully in my opinion.