On the eve of our Vanquisment,
we seem Veridical in our Vengeance.
Veterens to battles of past days...
Vetoed Vendettas...
Versed in our Vexation,
Vigorously, we tried, but to fall once again...
our Visage a stoney stillness,
Vitriolic, we are Violated,
Still wearing the masks of Virtue.
Vivid was the day of our demise,
Vulnerable, though we wished it wer not so,
We made our Vows, and we did not forget
the Void in our hearts, Voiced in our fears.
Victims to inner and outer turmoil,
oh, Vile Villians... your Victory is Venal
and the Venom of your Verboten Verses
seeps through our Veins...
We had no Valor left, all was in Vain,
Vanished in the loyalty to a lost cause...
The Vastness of the opposing armies overcame us...
Cheza Calanthe Community Member 
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