The Legion of the Shadow Mercenaries

[Zyke, the Cystic Mercenary]

Run away to the foreign lands. Don't look back, for the enemy bands.
The shadow lords hoard their moneys, paying it to their hired armies.
Don't stand and wait to face the fear, for the shadows are forever here.
People of Strathclyde go and hide, only if you dare save your hide.
Death of the mortal man will be, and it will be for all to see.
Sweeping upon the lands shall come, the armies 'till the battles won.
The Legion of the Shadow Mercenaries, ride on as light as soaring fairies.
If you dare stay in the darkened streets, by the shadows you shall be beat.

[Cib]

Nice poem! Not sure exactly what your intent is, but sounds epic!