To the base camp Galane
The Finchkins were still silent
In the trees to far nor west
As he woke his sword beside him
A reminder of his quest

He roused his band of Gillimen
Then breakfasted at pace
To reach their goal in time he knew
It would surely be a race

The Escamantes soon harnessed
Each took their lofty stance
Then wrestled to control them
As they hover, snort and prance

Then all as one together
They moved onto the plain
Commenced the fast paced journey
To the base camp at Galane

On route a few small skirmishes
Delayed the column advance
Though most were warned off easily
By the array of Crantang lance

At the peak of Mantar Rantam
They settled for a spell
Revived the weary Escamantes
As the night time Sagnor fell

Then back as one together
Descending in the gloom
The most difficult of territories
Began to each, side, loom

They mustered even closer
The guards on full alert
They could break this pattern easily
If the need came to revert

Though this night their luck was holding
They made it through in fact
Then gathered round the risomn fire
Their band still sound intact



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Fantasy poetry
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