A band of bandits, brigands and orcs
Raided a small village, and torched it
Beyond the thatched roof buildings
And the severed heads upon pikes
They kidnapped several children
And retreated to their lair
Humans tried to fend off the invaders
Invader numbers strained the defense
Soon they' broke, being crushed
By the time they gathered courage
The raiders were gone from view
Missing from the horizon
In the marshes the tracks were lost
Years later, the wounds still bled
For most of the adults had been killed
Survivors of the raid
Settled wherever they'd stopped
Rather than hunt down the invaders
They now had tried to simply exist
They learned to enjoy life
Where they could
Accepting their lot in life instead
Four decades later
A raiding party of the human tribes
Found the original lair
Of the orcs and brigands
Slew them in brief combat
In battle where odds were not fair
And in the depths of the cave compound
Among the treasures and relics recovered
Were corpses of many children
One was chained to a chair
Waiting for rescue, she died
Her corpse remaining behind
Without hope, or contact
From a tribe nearly destroyed
Forgotten by her own families
And praying for a rescue
That never arrived
