Heather:

I know you think it's over,

That we have no chance to win.

We're destined to a burning

And a slowly painful end.

You say to let the blackness

Overcome the final spark.

But I think you'll find that rabbits

Aren't so frightened of the dark.

Listen, Morbin, dear,

Lest you make a grave mistake.

We're all every bit a hero

As the bucks on Ayman Lake.

All the triumphs and the tales,

Told from birth to rabbitkind,

Keep us high in head and spirit,

'Till the Mending comes, in time.

Until that final battle,

When you'll fall from highest bleak,

I'll write this newest story

From beginning to its peak.

I'll write of fearless heroes

(i.e.Longtreader and Shanks)

Who never bowed their heads

While evil gathered strength.

And even if you're right

And we reach the end of line,

We'll never flee the fire

But bring it 'long to shine.

Now that I have finished

'Clarin' death as end of game,

You go summon all your armies.

As for me? I'll bear the flame.

How did I do? I might write Morbin's response. I just love how this ended. #ScribeoftheCause