Poem #1.5: The New Leaves - Alternative Perspective(Poem 1.5)

Hark! A tale I weave, of Leaves untold, Of hidden truths and secrets bold. Near Luskan's ruins, shadows deep, Old tomes emerged, where mysteries sleep. Carac McKinnon's whispers penned, Legend of The Leaves, their purpose penned. Betrayal's sting, like fire's bite, Gambino's name, ignited spite. Across the waves, on wings of wrath, New Leaves took flight, on vengeance's path. Gambino's isle, a fortress stark, But silence reigned, in shadows dark. No tyrant met their vengeful quest, But twisted forms, by darkness blessed. Abominations, Gambino's art, Twisted souls, torn flesh apart. Beneath the ground, a hidden hold, Where prisoners wept, their stories told. One claimed a crown, a city's lord, Yet memory's flame, by time devoured. Neverember, echoes of a name, Lost in darkness, whispered in shame. The Leaves, with hearts both brave and kind, Freed captives' chains, a haven they'd find. In Phandalin's walls, the Villa's grace, Hope found a spark, a resting place. Neverember, a king reborn, From whispered tales, his memory drawn. Though truths remain in shadows veiled, His spirit soars, by kindness hailed. So mark this song, of Leaves and might, For vengeance sought, brought forth new light.