Korrin III.

My name is Korrin
and in the cities I saw death
A trail of murders winding
The temples priests bereft

Clues were grim and gruesome
Drained blood, and slitted throats
In every holy refuge
A holy man was smote

Hot upon the trail
(or maybe in its wake)
Who would have thought the monster
Was one among my mates

I cornered him strange Derrick
His robes blood red and black
At the point of Justice’s blade I screamed
“Use your power to bring them back”

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