Editing Battle of the Glass Canyon

A dirty footprint on the ground, filthy and hasty beds in the dirt/
The leading-letters in the towns, lines by the Sun's own hand/
Told the story of the flight: the fleeing golden one/
Pursued by six usurpers of the past.

Caught at last in the glass-lined canyon/
Filled by daylight's dancing banners of light/
The Nameless golden one prepared to greet his night:
Many would die before they made his death.

''-to be continued''

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[[Heaven's Mandate]]