(inspired by recent events)
Purazon and Avian, guild kin and comrades in arms
Deagus and Topaz skillfully scouting for sign
Azure and Naridith fighting fiendish foes
Doyle and Pallas dragged from dreamy dozes
Hojo snatched semi-stride from the skirmish.
No warning they had, no inkling of ill
Stooped and cramped ending up in a small dark room
their gaze captured by crystal black as pitch.
Dark walls hummed - pulsed the crystal purple and red -
Disbelieving discover themselves drained in Dundee Inn.
A darkly happy voice sang out his thanks.
