Tying Loose Ends

[Dixonok]

The King lost against the Imperfect
But its people valiantly defended their home.
The walls stood tall as the Scaleguard with the fellow magis pushed the Fel Horde back.
An undead fell and its body burned and,
What followed was a simple execution, 
Where once stood a bat, now there was nothing.
Just a black dragon and the scorched cobblestone that made the square of Dawnstone.
Not even ashes remained to be scattered in the winds.
A roar followed as the black shadow flies above the city,
Dawnstone stands.